Cats Rule The Roost

On the very day Georgette was put to sleep, I adopted a seven month old teenage cat from the shelter. His name was Sammy and he was shy but friendly. When I got him home, however, he panicked and hid in a covered litter box, refusing to come out if I was anywhere in sight. Almost two weeks later he was running amok through the house, befitting his teenager status. Look at that face. You can see the mischief written on it:

 He warmed up to Bugsy first, and Bugsy thought he was OK too:

 But Bugsy is lazy, needing his cat naps:

 Daisy thought Sammy was a young squirt, best ignored, and did her best to keep a distance between them:

 Sammy made friends with the dogs, but Bugsy was his favorite:

 Let's see, what can I get into next?

 Tired of the chaos, Bugsy hopped up to the top of the bureau where the food and water are kept out of dogs' reach (notice Daisy exiting the room - she wanted some peace and quiet also):

 Hi Bugsy, ready to wrestle again?

 But Daisy eventually warmed up to Sammy. He'd now made friends with all the pets but was still afraid of me. Sometimes he lets me pet him, so it won't be long until he trusts me:

 Daisy still keeps an eye on him:

 And sleeps with one eye open:

Surprise attack! Sammy is now a member of the family and exhibits a gentle, happy spirit. The shelter was right about him being shy, though. You'll see more photos of him in future posts: