Lemon is adorable. I’m trying very hard to get some pictures, but he won’t sit still – when he’s not trying to climb up my arms, he’s running around trying to attack nothing.

He’s so very chill – nothing seems to faze him at all. With this in mind, we attempted a mini-integration last night:

• Cheddar was curious, then hissed
• Sasha freaked the fuck out and had to be restrained
• Hobble was afraid of him

We have grand hopes for Hobble and Lemon – they managed to sleep for a bit on the same bed. I blew it, though – Ed kept picking up Lemon and slowly moving him towards the snoozing Hobbs, and I couldn’t stop laughing. That woke Hobbs up, who saw the kitten, and jumped off the bed. I couldn’t help it. Too funny. The tiny, tiny kitten chased the enormous Hobbs around the room for a bit, then plopped down to get some more sleep. We’ll try a visit again tonight, but Hobbs doesn’t seem completely opposed to the idea (Cheddar will come around, and Sasha will continue to destroy the universe) so we may have peace – and dare I hope, snuggles – some day soon.

I’m very much enjoying my day off. I spent much of the morning snoozing and playing with Lemon, and now I’m about to head out to do a few quick errands. It’s all very domestic in here today, but I don’t mind. There is kitten. He is tiny and pointy and so very cute.