Maggie Magee

Lizzie here! The Mistress brought furry chaos to the office the other day. She came home from a trip with a tiny grey ball of fuzz. At first we thought she'd brought home a rat or a possum. She confused us by taking it in the house to show the Grandparents, though. She wouldn't do that with a rat or possum. Grandmother would've had a fit! So obviously it couldn't be either of those. After further thought, the possibility of it being a new toy for us cats was brought up. That was an exciting proposition. Then the Mistress brought it to us, adding to the hype. It was NOT a toy. It was a kitten. A small female kitten. Maggie Magee. Very tiny and quite vocal. Molly hates her. Huey ignores her. Tipsy is cautiously optimistic and wary. And me....well, I'm not sure how I feel about her just yet. I already accepted Moses being here and now there's another newbie...she is kinda cute, though. Not beautiful like me, but still. The Mistress has been keeping her in the house since she's so itty bitty, a fact that makes me kind of jealous, but I can't really be mad. A kitten her size shouldn't be roaming around willy nilly here. Too many cars, for one. Neighborhood dogs sometimes get out, too. Then there's the fact that kittens just don't respect individual territories and us older cats have our set spaces. Molly would cuff her for sure if she got into one of his places. So it's best she stay in until she can follow the rules and take care of herself. However, if she gets to stay in the house infinitely, I'm going to be furious. That wouldn't be fair to the rest of us! I'll be keeping a close eye on her for sure. I need to go check in on Maggie now, actually. It's been a few hours. Later!