This weekend we adopted another cat, a 4-month old male kitten. We named him Jemba, after Aston Villa soccer player Eric Djemba-Djemba--not that he's one of Chris's favorite players, but I just like the name.

We're keeping the cats separated for now, although we did let them greet each other last night. The adoption place suggested putting a scent on each of their foreheads (in our case, we used vanilla extract) so when they sniffed each other, they'd smell the same.

Well, Jemba has had no problem fitting in so far--he's already been a lot braver than Q*Bert and Max were when they first arrived. But Max is not pleased. He's been growling at little Jemba.

This is to be expected--I've heard it can take a while for the existing cat to accept the new one. But we hope in the long run it'll be for the best for Max. I think he's been lonely since Q*Bert died.

Welcome to your new home, Jemba!