It's just hard sometimes when you love cats and find an extraordinary one looking for a home. We're still feeling sad not to have even met the Cowardly Lion, but meeting him would have made it impossible to resist adopting him. Such a fabulous little fellow will surely find a good home very soon. (If you're interested in him, you can contact Connie via her blog, Tails from the Foster Kittens. And I volunteer to be godmother.)
So Harris will continue to be the baby of this family for the foreseeable, a role he fills to perfection. He is still much more of a kitten than a cat, even at 18 months, and we adore him for it.
Possum is disappointed. He told me he'd like us to get lots of kittens because he enjoys raising them, playing with them, and bossing them around. I assured him there will be more, just not anytime soon. I suggested that he will have more free time this way to devote to his scholarly pursuits. He looked at me as if I were a crazy cat person. I had somehow missed the fact that Possum already knows everything. His education is complete. "Wow," I said. "How's your Cantonese? And can you help me with some differential equations?" He said he was too busy tutoring Toffee.
The resident know-it-all.