So our new cat is settling in nicely. He just made his own way up the stairs to my room for the first time and Midge hasn't growled at him once for it. I'm so proud. He's having fun with a plastic bag and Midge is watching him very intently.
My mother has tentatively decided to call him Beaux. because he had a bow on him when she got him. I am not impressed and when I mentioned that she was like "well I haven't gotten a chance to play with him." to which I said "that is totally you're own fault."
Which it completely is.
She could make the time to play with him but she doesn't and then she uses freyja as an excuse. The dog can be put outside for like ten minutes, we've got a fence for a reason. There's a reason the cat likes me better and I'm gonna have to go with I actually pay attention to him.
This is the new little man.