
"How are the cats adapting?", you ask. Java is fine. She only has five needs and the first three are food. Now that she's staked out a spot on our bed that's the farthest she could possibly be from the baby's bassinet, everything is golden with her.
Rocky, unfortunately, has taken our new arrival about as bad as we expected. He's pretty much secured his Ezra-free zone.
Labels: Aaron, Friday catblogging
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