The little kitten we rescued from the wild has taken to her new home so well, you would never know she was brought up wild. She loves to play with Junior, my 18 year black male, and he has accepted her into the family without question. Here he is giving her a bath, and she only complains when he pays too much attention to her nether regions.
It took quite a bit of debating on a name for our new, little kitty, but we finally settled on 'Georgia Winifred', and we've been calling her Georgie for short. No one escapes a nickname in this house, and I'm sure, with her strong character, she will earn many.
JuJu (Junior-the black one), has been having to put up with being chased continuously. Anytime he decides to go for a walk, she is relentlessly at his heals, playfully nipping at his paws and backside and jumping for his tail. If JJ gets tired of it, he jumps on a windowsill, and she looks up at him with eyes that say, "Now, that's just not fair!". But the old fellow is a snuggler, and he has been enjoying having a companion once again for his catnaps. I know he'll enjoy her even more when she's got more weight and therefore more warmth to give off.
There is some good and bads news where Mama Cat is concerned. The good news is that she has happily moved into the new heated cat house we put on the deck last week. The bad news is that she has not brought anymore kittens, so it looks like the other two did not survive, (sniffle).