So, I thought, that was that.
But he found an ad for a kitten. After a couple tries, we took her home. I named her Schrodinger. No one but me seemed to remember that, and she liked playing will bells, so she became Ding. This has lead to some not so quality nicknames, Ding a ling, Ding Dong, Ding Bat, Ding Ball... You get the idea. She ignores all of them equally, so it's not a big deal.
She is a pretty laid back cat. I think since she was raised with a Dachshund and a Golden Retriever, she is more oriented to "dog" than "cat". Considering my husband has been known to come up to her and thump her on her back like you would a mastiff, this is probably a good thing!
She does have her cat moments, like the above, where she has figured out how to sit in just a way to maximize coverage of heater vents. She also loves to bring us toy mice... In the bathroom, or in bed, at 2 in the morning...
But for never expecting to have an indoor cat again, it's been fun. And husband is okay! So it works out great for everyone.
Now if I could just teach her to clean her own litter box.