Troublina, the kitten I am watching until Charles' friend gets moved into his new house (that he hasn't even bought yet, but that's another story) fits in nicely here.
She knows all the comfortable spots -
and the other kitties take good care of her.
She does have the worst breath I've ever noted in a kitten, though. It's an issue.
Dinner with Charles' friend and his girl was fun. I got along well with Kim, we talked about going out sometime in the future. Charles and I left, and he asked "did you guys exchange numbers?" "Um ... no ... guess that would have been the logical next step, right?"
This is why I suck at making friends.