Divisions and Precisions

Okay, at the risk of

Okay, at the risk of this becoming a kitten blog... Rumpus (is that his name? I'm starting to think so) thinks there are three cats in the house. Himself, Pooka, and the little black kitten he keeps bumping his head trying to pounce. You know, the one in the mirror.

Also, I think I'm going to need to kittenproof my cabinets. I went into the bathroom to see him a few minutes ago, and he was nowhere. Not behind the toilet, not in the bathtub, not anywhere. Then I notice that one of the cabinets is cracked open. I look inside, and amidst the new mess there, are two big eyes peeking out at me. I'm so in love. :)

Pooka remains unconvinced. She isn't hissing and growling as much, but she's watching. Closely. In case that little black furball starts causing trouble. Whenever he's out of the bathroom playing, she goes in and gives everything a thorough sniffing. Food, litterbox, bed, everything. Interestingly, she hasn't tried to eat the food. I figure she's maybe trying to get used to his scent? I'm assuming she realizes he's a baby cat, but that may be assuming too much...