Last week, our friend Ms Pam at the police station talked to Mom and told her about kittens that needed new homes. Well, you know Mom.  She loves kittens. Especially solid white kittens and solid black kittens. (Remember my buddy Chip?)

So, Mom and Dad talked, and she went to get the kittens. TWO white kittens. Solid white.

Just like when Delilah came, Dad brought the big crate inside, and put the litter box and food bowls inside. The kittens stayed in for a few days. They didn’t like it when we went in to smell them.  They huddled in one corner and tried to hide. Delilah didn’t like it either- she  walked around the crate and fussed at them for coming to her house – I guess she forgot how it felt a few weeks ago when she got here.

But they’re better this week- the little boy’s name is Duff, and he likes all of us- he comes out of the living room and plays with Delilah and Scout and me. The little girl’s name is Dixie- she’s still scared, but now instead of running away from us, she arches her back and spits at us. (Mom says that’s better?) And she comes out of the living room too, sometimes, and walks around the house.

So now there are five of us…  sounds like a song, doesn’t it?