Lea joined our family last night and is certainly not used to the rowdiness of this house! He (yes, I said HE, even though HIS name is LEA.) spent the night hiding in the basement. Ja and I scared him out this morning, and when he realized the incessant attention that he would get from the horribles, he was quite happy to lay in the middle of the living room for a while.
The kids, once they realized that Lea was quite content to lay still and be petted for... well, for hours on end, have deemed him acceptable, and warmly welcomed him into the family.
Ollie, however, is wondering why we ruined his single cat-hood with this interloper.
He welcomed Lea with loud hissing, and low growling in his throat. Once the traditional sniffing of bums was accomplished (yes, cats do that too!) They decided to tolerate each other, and Ollie proceeded to stalk Lea around the entire house while he explored.
We still miss Whiskey a lot. The kids talk about him all the time, but the odds of him coming back now are pretty slim to nil. My sister Glenna asked us if we wanted Lea a few weeks ago. Apparently her kitten did nothing but torment Lea all the time. I'm not too sure how the tormenting of a kitten differs from the tormenting of the children, but only time will tell!
So, welcome Lea! You better not pee on anything or I'm returning you!
