In summer I did a blog about a kitten we adopted and named Panther. I thought I'd update you about the little fellow's progress, since I was worried that our other veteran cats might intimidate him or that he would be lonely in a strange place.
My worry was utterly unnecessary. Panther is not only the dominant cat in the house--often pouncing on even the eldest patriarch without fear of reprisal--he is fearless. He steals food from other cats and they slink away. I think they're intimidated by his littleness and energy. But they play together; at least I think they're playing when Panther chases them all over the house.
If I had concerns that my family would resent my adoption of Panther, our fourth cat, those worries have flown. Panther is the sweetest, friendliest, purriest cat we've ever had. While our previous three spend the day ignoring us and mostly out of sight, Panther stays with us throughout the day, playing or sleeping on our laps. If he thinks my sons aren't playing with him enough, he climbs all over them until they relent and get out his toys. If they are sleeping and Panther wants them awake, he tries to pull their eyelids open. Like a baby, he enjoys playing with his own feet, and for some reason he likes clasping his head, as if he has a tiny cat headache.
I'm looking forward to posing him with a pumpkin in the near future, since he looks like such a Halloween kitty.
In the meantime, I'm feeling that my urge to adopt a kitten from the Animal Care League window was something approaching destiny. I asked my husband, hypothetically, if we had to give up one of our cats, which it would be. He said, "Well, it wouldn't be Panther." :)