Whispered to Memph all week, "I'm getting you a girlfriend."

I picked up Syl.vie after lunch. Boy, she has spirit. She would not get in the carrier and it wasn't the best start for us. When we got home, I kept her in my room for several hours with Memph and they got along brilliantly. She laid down on the bed so their hindquarters would touch and tails mingle. I'm surprised she's a little bigger than Memph, although his big ol' head wins that contest.

They were sweet together, until J got home and Spence sneaked in. I'd let him and Be.au sniff the carrier when I was bringing it home and nobody was unhappy, but Spence was very unhappy face to face, even though he was pretty much fine when I'd brought Be.au home - things are easier with a naive, happy-go-lucky kitten. Spence wound up cornering her and they had spats. She was so upset that even Memph and Be.au made her mad by evening time.

For sleeping arrangements, I had Spence with me and he was happy having me to himself. The other three slept downstairs in different places. That was tough for Memph, as he is my bedroom cat. I don't remember him sleeping outside my room since his first night here.

Right now, I have Be.au and Spence in my room and they are dissatisfied. I trust Memph and Syl.vie together downstairs.

Syl.vie is equally as quick to purr as to bite/scratch. She is very loving, but I have to watch her tolerance level very closely. I reprimand her after an incident, then praise her strongly. If anyone has ideas about this, I'd appreciate it. Funny, the lady who did a follow up call after we got Be.au was talking about cats biting and it being because they were played too roughly (think claw hand over the head) as kittens. I hope I can break her of it and that it is being exacerbated by the change.

Syl.vie loves J and rubs all over him. He's fascinated by her half devoured ear and asks her how it happened. All I can say is that I hope it wasn't human-induced.

Notice how huge her eyes are, like saucers. On every other cat I've seen, the eye closes into a slit and you can't see the eyeball. With her, you can still see the bulge of her eyeball, almost like it's human. (She's on to the camera quick, so it was tough photographing her eyes open.) She also has a delicate, squeeking meow that is lovely to the ears.

I'm sure this mess all will pass. This transition happened way too quickly and we're suffering for it, but I think we'll recover soon enough.