It has come to my attention (thank you Elizabeth) that I have neglected to introduce you to the newest member of my menagerie. Peaches was a kitten found under a car at Coastal Carolina Community College by Elizabeth (thank you Elizabeth:)) not even old enough to be weaned really, full of fleas and starving. Elizabeth was kind enough to de-flea her and then presented her to me. She is obviously feral, which means she is, not to put too fine a point on it, mean. SHe bites, and bites on a regular basis, my husband and I both look like we have scabies or something due to the bite and scratch marks on our hands and arms. Still, she is now bonding with my other cats (slowly, she is not doing the best job of trying to bond with them seeing as her approach appears to be "jump on their head with all four sets of claws extended") As we speak she is sleeping quietly on my lap having been out "climbing trees and judging distance (as my daddy used to say)" earlier in the evening (you know the kitten thing, when they run up a tree for absolutely no apparent reason and then run down again). She is a really nice kitten when she is sleeping, when she is awake it is another story. Still, she has already embedded herself onto my husband's heart and she is now officially "his" cat. What that means I am not sure but he now considers her "his". I am hoping that her social skills will improve, or at least she will stop jumping on peoples heads. Here she is the first day I got her, playing in my office.



She has already "bonded" with the boxers, which is a good thing, here she is sleeping with Cueball.