The kitten is imperturbable.  He bounces around until he's exhausted,
then he drops.  He sleeps in vastly entertaining positions, stretching
his tiny body into pretzel-like contortions.  He loves to have a
blanket dropped on him so he can fight his way out.  Last night, my
entire body constituted a huge bed mouse

Stinky is loosening up, little by little, although he is still hostile
to the kit.  He came downstairs to eat last night, and again this
morning, still walking in a bit of a slink.  He hisses at the kitten,
but thankfully, he's not holding a grudge against me.  I load him up
with treats and skritches, and make sure to speand plenty of time
alone with him.

The funniest thing is that the kitten has not been fazed by a single
thing since he got here, including Stinky's reaction to him.  The
kit's reaction to Stinky seems to be something on the order of "Wow!"
Instead of making him run and hide, Stinky's appearance seems to
fascinate him, and when Stinky comes through, he happily follows him
at a safe distance.  

Last night, the kit came almost right up to Stinky, and just sat down
about two feet away from him.  They sat like that, meatloafed, facing
each other, for a few minutes without incident.  Then the baby, as
usual, got up and zipped off in a blur of feet and tail, Stinky
looking after with his best "WTF was that!!!? look on his face.

Theresa
Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh
My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com