There is someone I'd like you all to meet.
This is Henry. He is six weeks old. Of course I got him. Have you met me?
Henry does not yet weigh two pounds. He's a brute, is what he is. He is so purry and affectionate! We just had a nap, and I feel maybe a trifle allergic to his fuzzy self. I am ignoring it.
Henry did not have a mom. He and his six siblings were found on a roof. Which tempted me to name him Rufus, but I went with the whole red hair/Henry VIII thing.
What's with the silver shoes, new mom?
So far I have introduced him to Tallulah, who started shaking, and Winston, who actually hissed for the first time in his life. But he only hissed once and didn't growl or anything. Henry is in the guest room for now and we will try more introductions later.
Francis has no clue there is even a kitten here. Because he never gets up from his old man chair, is why. And no, Cher did not call and want her sheets back.
Gee, do you think Marvin gave him enough food? The bowl is larger than the kitten is.