Yes, I'm still going through it all, brought on by the silliest of things (the sight of "her" towel and the memories of the game when she'd come in wet and then go and "hide" under tables, purring all the while, until I found her to rub her dry, for example).

The new cat is a little star. Once we'd got her out from under the wardrobe she spent equal time with each of us, rubbing up against us, head-butting her way to cuddles and generally showing huge affection. She's now spent an accident-free night, used the litter tray correctly, polished off two bowls of food and is currently asleep under our bed, having dared to explore upstairs as well as downstairs. She seems particularly fond of my sandals, for some reason, and has demonstrated how near to kittenhood she is by playing some games with a ball and a catnip mouse. Seems to answer to the name of Persia (or Purrzha) although Steve is convinced she should be Squish because of her ability to squeeze under the wardrobe.

Anne