Les Jeux Sont Fait. Translation: The Game is Up.

So my friend moves to Paris (France) and can't take her cat, and since we already have two (with cats the number is irrelevant until you get to four--look it up) and hers happens to be my cat's niece (the bloodline is established), she figured that family is family so now we have three cats.

My cat (Punk) is old and has taken to acting like a cat version of Miss Havisham, and has possibly taken to drink. Were she interesting in such things, she would probably be wearing torn lace garments and smoking from a filter. Hopefully she will not burn our house down and kill us all.

We already introduced a new kitten a year ago, one Pedro Cerrano, to which Punk has finally warmed but never completely accepted publicly, so I figured that the addition of a fully grown cat might pose new and interesting results. So far, here's what's happened:

Sunday, 1pm: PJ Winkleman (new cat's name) arrives. Other cats sequestered in bedroom. Winkleman enjoys new environs until she notices multiple other-animal smells, proceeds to find hiding place.

Sunday, 11:30pm: PJ Winkleman has possibly burrowed under floor of house in daring escape attempt.

Monday, 2:30am: PJ Winkleman's whereabouts unknown.

Monday, 3:00pm: Cats again sequestered in bedroom, PJ ventures out into the open, discovers litter box, uses litter box.

Monday, 5:00pm, Other cats released, discover foreign use of litter box, proceed to stare at litter box for 12 minutes.

Monday, 5:12pm: Punk (my old cat, the aunt) discovers PJ's hiding place-->


and proceeds to stare at PJ for 7 minutes, until I take this picture. The flash must have been some sort of cue, because Punk then jumped into PJ's stronghold and attempted to "fight" (Punk has no front claws and even less experience fighting) with her (who has claws) by flailing blindly in the air until I tap her tail and she runs away as fast as possible and hides in the windowsill. Well played, old cat!