She's another rescue mix, nothing pure bred, but as you can see, I DO have a type. She's even prettier than Lily was as a kitten, and we expect her to be an enormous floof ball when she's older, since the vet claims she's a little big for her age. For now she's pure wispy cotton strands, which are so thin she looks pink in certain light from her skin showing through.
The first time she fell asleep in my arms:
She's not as snuggly as Eva, so this was a big deal to me. :)
It's been astounding comparing their two personalities, as this new one is incredibly gentle and social compared to Eva's skittish wildness at her age. She's a chewer, a jumper, and completely fearless - except for being alone, which sends her into the most impressively loud yowling I've ever heard. (She's woken me from a sound sleep from across the house, through two closed doors, and over multiple room fans. Kitten's got LUNGS.) She came from a house that was full of animals; cats and dogs and birds, so she's used to lots of companions and lots of noise.
Her back legs are a little too long for her size, so she runs funny - literally. From behind it's like she's wearing high heels, and her butt bounces around in a most entertaining matter. (I'm trying to get this on video, I promise.) She's also a bit wall-eyed and easily distracted by ceiling fans, so overall she has a delightfully dopey air to her.
Having two small kittens in the house - who can't be left alone together, but who squall bloody murder if one of US isn't in the room with them - is keeping us on our toes. I've actually slept the last few nights with New Kitten on my pillow, an entirely new experience for me, because she screams so loud otherwise that NO ONE can sleep.
My favorite picture of her so far. Ha!
Meanwhile John, who's been down with a bad cold, has been sleeping on the couch with Eva. We're a divided family, you guys. I don't like it!
We are making some progress introducing them, though:
Fortunately Eva is pretty gentle - despite her urge to chase and pounce on everything that moves - but she's still bigger and stronger, so we're taking it slow. New Kitten is ready to take her on, though, and eagerly runs at Eva every given chance, ha.
At first John was on New Kitten's side in all things, going full Papa Bear in "protecting" her from Eva - but then she started tackling Eva! So we're still keeping them separated, only now it's for both their sakes. :D
Eva, meanwhile, has snuggled her warm little nose into my heart and can pretty much do no wrong. (I type this with her sleeping on my chest, propped up and purring. Oh, my heart.)
Fingers crossed New Kitten turns out this sweet.
Of course the really hard part in all this is choosing another name (noooo!), since I'm sure you've noticed she's still "New Kitten." So please, lay your suggestions on me! This time I'm not concerned with it having a deep meaning or anything; we just want something fun and maybe fantasy-inspired, like Arwen or Fizzgig or Pippin or Moxie. (All suggestions I've made so far, but nothing's clicked yet.) So... whaddaya got?
And for a little more inspiration, here are 2 minutes of pure Kitten cuteness, enjoy: