She asked if we'd ever reached a decision on the fourth cat.
Well, we did.
We decided to see how he fit in. It turns out that for once, this is a cat that got the memo.
Romeo plays with Angus and leaves the girls alone. Angus leaves the girls alone, at least more than he did before, and to some degree, leaves us alone too. He seems to visit us more for cuddling and petting, and not wrestling and biting our feet and hands.
It was a little unnerving at first, two cats silently rolling around on the floor without the bloodcurdling shrieks we'd come to expect from Spoot, who can be a bit overly dramatic about things.
The Fool messaged his friend in Seattle, Five-Cats Matt, who assured us that silent wrestling is probably consensual wrestling when cats are concerned.
So now, Angus and Romeo roll around on the floor with each other, entertaining us all, and Spoot and Mab are mostly unpestered.
The knitting continues, but I can't talk about it right now. It's for some impending babies and the mom drops in here from time to time.