Moondoggie the new addition seems to be settling in, although on cold mornings he has developed the odd habit of turning himself into a gordita.
Riley has had a difficult period of adjustment, because she was never the dominant cat, yet clearly doesn’t want this little punk to waltz in and decide he’s running the joint. So after a good deal of indignant yowling and hissing, she finally found her inner dominatrix, and a dictatorial hierarchy has been established (interrupted by the occasional coup attempt launched from behind the ottoman).
And while they’re nowhere near the spooning union she enjoyed with Hobbes, they are, at the very least, somewhere near each other in time and space, and will occasionally co-exist in order to pursue their common goal of shredding the feather-on-a-fishing-pole.
Apologies for the crappy photos. I never seem to have my camera handy at times like this, but I’m a lightning quick draw from the cell phone holster.