All Quiet (Except on the Foot Front)

So far, all is well with the new cat.

H went and picked up Cookie yesterday. He took her to the vet and brought her home, all before I got home from work. She seems to be settling in well, aside from crying loudly at 4:30 in the morning and hiding under the bed a lot.

We have her sequestered in one of our spare bedrooms. Hopefully, the other two will be good when we finally let Cookie out to wander. They are both downstairs with me right now and seem perfectly normal. Last night, when Cookie was freaking out, I went in to check on her and she escaped. She ran downstairs. Katie didn't seem to care, but Annie did hiss for a little while. That's par for the course.

Cookie seems to be a very nice girl, and I hope that it works out. I am very afraid, though, that it will be very stressful for our girls. Ultimately, that is where we might have to draw the line. We'll let her out of the room for a little while later and see what happens.

The worst part of the whole weekend so far is that H twisted his foot badly yesterday while he was picking Cookie up. It's very black and blue, and it hurts him terribly to walk on it, but we don't think that anything is broken. He's resting now with Tylenol and ice. That does add to the stress of the situation, but he'll be fine.