Magrat the cat.

That is the kitten’s new name. She’s all black, so we named her after out favorite witch.

And she’s doing fantastic!

She is on some eyedrops and antibiotics for the upper-respiratory infection she had, and her fleas are dead and gone. (Lily on the other hand is itching like crazy, and needs her dose of Frontline.)

I though Mags had ruined my couch with her accidents (which I didn’t notice until I could smell it across the room since we never sit on the loveseat- yuck) but after a good steam cleaning and a hot soak in scented vinegar, it is smelling all minty-fresh. Her litter box has been moved to the top of the basement stairs and hopefully will travel all the way down to the basement in a week or two.

She’s feisty, but tolerant of the kids manhandling of her. You know… the being carried upside down, dropped on her head, made to dance like a puppet. Just wait, Mags, the dress-up and tea parties will be forced upon you very soon!

And, most importantly, she is definitely a people cat. She sits on my lap at every opportunity, likes to ride on my shoulder as I walk through the house, and purrs the instant I pick her up. She is awesome, and we are all enjoying her spunkiness a great deal! (Even John, who insists that he hates cats, but secretly likes them.)

Even Lily likes to wrestle and snuggle with her. She is one of us, for sure.