...and then there were three.

Meet Gary, the kitten.

Yep. Now there are three cats in our house. You see, Patches, while a very sweet kitten, is very skittish. It turns out that she's much older than the animal shelter thought, her growth was just stunted from malnutrition. While we're sure she'll warm up to the boys over time, right now she hides under the couch if she even hears one of them. She also runs if either T or I try to even approach her. She has to come to us.

While that's fine for me and T, Hollis, who was really missing Pandy, was not happy with the situation. So, sucker me went out and picked up another kitten. This one is actually a young kitten - he's about 8 weeks old now. T named him Gary, after Sponge Bob's pet snail. When I hear his name, I keep looking for a 48 year old, balding accountant instead of a cute striped kitten.

It's turned out to be good for Patches too. She and Gary play incessantly and they leave Hilly alone more. Which makes him happy. Trust me, when Sir Hillary isn't happy then nobody's happy!

Now I'm just 20 cats or so away from becoming a crazy lady.