Beginning to relax now. Catching sight of my cats helps, even though they are looking daggers at him.
Millie is in shock She's the baby round here! She hates him. She hates me. Grrrr. Hum. Hiss.
And the next morning, he's up and looking perky. The state of his cage suggests that he's had a bout of hooliganism in the night. He's taking treats from my fingers, playing with toys, and looking like a boy who might not need to be confined for too long.
Millie still isn't happy, but she can go off patrol now and again, even though she looks like she's chewing a wasp.
Lottie keeps reminding me how cute and fluffy she is, and how much we love each other. True. You too, Millie. There's more love than enough here, including a bit for a scrap of a kitten.