Rookie season

As promised, here are gratuitous cute pictures of the new cat. This is Kennebec Witch's Brew, better known around here as Sophie. (I reread both Welcome to Temptation and Howl's Moving Castle while sitting around the quarantine room, waiting for her to decide that I wasn't entirely loathesome and scary. Both novels feature eldest sisters named Sophie. It was a Sign.)

Sophie is a Maine Coon. This means that she regards water bowls as an infringement on her God-given right to scatter water everywhere; hence the nice heavy dog bowl in the second picture. She is only just starting explore the downstairs and interact with the rest of the household. She loathes the dog, who finds her fascinating, and she adores the senior cat, Lucy, who wants nothing to do with her. The plants, if they only could, would be quaking in their pots. It's all very Midsummer Night's Dream around here right now.

My house is now Full. Two cats is plenty. As Cindy Closkey at My Brilliant Mistakes points out, that way lies badness.