Little kitty day #3

I sleep here, k?

Today, kitty (still no name) crawled up in my lap. ! It was completely his idea. !!! How did I get a cat so sweet? On the down side, he wanted to crawl in my lap and knead me—and his claws are WAAY to sharp. He's young enough that we can teach him to be gentle.

Later that night he had his paw out under the door and was playing. He managed to get claw me and there was copious amounts of blood. I need to look up places to get his nails trimmed.

Gunnar continues to be curious about the cat—watching him from the corner of the bed or sitting on the floor a few feet away from the bathroom door. They've seen each other across the room a few times now. It's pretty non aggressive. Grey kitty just wants to come out of the room and is very persistent about it.

Katie is, of course, the most affected by all of this. She hates change and has been napping on the downstairs couch (as opposed to the bed) and hiding out in one of the extra bedrooms. She just doesn't want to acknowledge the cat. I bought her some ham—her favorite—and she started to come around a little more. She even came into the bedroom. She looked at the bathroom door some, which I counted as progress. She even crawled into bed at night. She hasn't seen the cat or pawed at the door, but she's coming around.

Kitty contentment or contempt for not staying still enough?

Possible new addition

I'll admit, I want to adopt pretty much every cat I meet. But today we went over to my sister's house because Matt wanted to try out their elliptical. I fell in love with one of their kittens. (A stray cat had six kittens and brought them in her house). This guy is grey and stripey with a fabulously fluffy half-tail. We think he's half manx. The photo above is when he was much smaller.