When Rainy fully realized he had a lapmate, he slunk away. But this is only Day 2.
Now the white kitten is on one side of me and Buzzy is on the other, bitching and grumbling, but also purring. The black kitten is near my feet longing to get up too, but wary of Buzzy, who seems to be guarding or claiming me. I had thought that even after a six-day absence, Buzzy and Rainy might give me the deep freeze for foisting the kittens on them; instead, they’ve gone from bored, taking-for-granted, familiarity-breeds-contempt to clingy and possessive. (I’m still planning to give the black kitten away if a good enough home turns up.)
Names: I woke up this morning thinking the white one should be named “Ragout” (pronounced “Ragu”), but once fully awake that did not seem right at all, especially given that her former owner is Korean.
UPDATE: Shhhhh . . .
A clear view of good young whatsername: