The furballs so far are not terribly impressed. Chewie hissed at Mommy when she picked Chewie up after coming out of the nursery. I've tried to tell them it's no use not to bond with the meezer; it's here to stay. After all, I discovered that about the furballs!
Mommy reported that Cha-Ching does not like the PTU and cried for much of the ride home and displayed a temper and destructive streak to rival a Tasmanian Devil trying to escape from the PTU.
Daddy had the pleasure of naming this kitten (he also named each of the Furballs). He chose Cha-Ching because Mommy sucked lots and lots of greenpapers out of his wallet to pay the V-E-T today and the cattery. Mommy let him have the name since he's finally agreed that she can get a stroller if she wants one. To which I say, he he, cha-ching Daddy, more greenpapers are leaving your wallet!