Big E came home with a big box,
and inside that big box was the littlest, fluffy faced kitten.
Oh yes, we did.
There is now a little kitten curled up in the back room.
Sweetheart G gets the honor of the first night with the kitten.
And The Tank? So far, so good (knock on wood).
He's peered in through the window in the door,
but without rancor, or spitting, or even a bristle.
He just watches, and tilts his head, with a
"Why would you let that in the house?" sort of squint.
Followed by a mild, "Humans. What can you do?"
I know we'll have a long transition ahead of us,
but this has been such a wonderful start,
and the girls are just so, so happy.