We could not find the basic cardboard carrier so Atticus made his last trip in a hot pink satchel I'd gotten free in a catalog shipment, and since it had also been baptized in exploding espresso during vacay it also became the perfect "casket". Hardi laid him to rest yesterday under Hyla's tree.

The 2 new young'uns are getting rotated in and out of various house sections to see which one wil biond with Atticus. They are not QUITE feral... vacay came at a bad time for their development. So they also each got some lap time and I have the bloody scratches to prove it. They are the fraternal twin runts of their litter, and both are Atticus color. One has a white tailtip and so it Tip, and the other, who is less "settled" on the lap, was dubbed Scratch. They are 12-week-olds who are 6-week size, and they have their mama OtherCat's long, LONG legs and svelte shape. Small and tall. OtherCat is a great momcat. She shepherded Scratch thru his "WHAT is this big livingroom I've never seen" adventure.

They have not yet started curtain climbing but the water-spritzer is ready to respond.

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