Delicate balance

Folks, 24 hours ago we brought a new member into the family and in so doing have created a potentially hostile situation.

Meet Greyson. Eight weeks old, tiny, soft, and happy-go-lucky: our new kitten (you can't even imagine how squeaky sweet his little meow is).

Now slowly pan over to Misha, our beloved but troubled five-year-old formerly feral cat. Meech is, how do I say, not too happy with our new arrangement

On the one hand, I am loving, loving, his curious, gentle, unguarded nature. I can rub his belly without fearing a scratch or hiss. Our girl, on the other hand, is tormented right now and she's looking at us like we've betrayed her. It hurts.

But as I type, Ryan is saying everything is going to be just fine. He even suspects she might be coming around and liking this little guy as much as I already do. I'm inclined to take his word for it.