Round 2?
I'm sitting here writing the end to that last entry I made and in comes Mom carrying Mookitty. Apparently Mom wants to try and get all the cats to get along again. They haven't started to fight this time thank god. My leg hasn't even healed all the cuts yet, and it's still a little yellow. She's by the closet. Well, between the closet and the computer desk, whining scared. Merlin is on the floor under the table staring and growling/whining back at her. Cleo was on the table until Mom plopped her next to me on the couch. But she went back to standing about in the doorway. She's not growling thankfully. I don't know if this means we're going to try and keep her, I guess. I actually just forgot the thought of wanting to keep her. Mostly because in my mind I thought we wouldn't be able too. Even Dad seemed to have warmed up to the kitty. He said he didn't like the thought of the cat being put down just because we took her to a shelter. So I guess we'll see.