Named!

After observing the new cat run amuck in the apartment, witness her fearlessly climbing shelves nad catching her trying to balance herself on top of the curtains in the living room, we named her Aethelfled. That's right, Aethelfled, like the Lady of Mericia, fearless 9th century warrior who fought back the Vikings even after most of her family was slaughtered. Well, honestly, it hadto match Hrothgar. Can't have a cat named Hrothgar and another named Miss Whiskers.

And Aethel is trouble. Acording to her world view, anything plastic is edible. And she does not yet know that, "Hey, you! Stop that!" actually means for her to stop trying to eat whatever inedible thing she's trying to eat.

On the bright side, she pretty fearless and prances around like she owns the apartment. She and Hrothgar are no longer hissing and can actually lay six inches apart on the ottoman without anyone's feeling getting hurt. She's not too freidnly with the monkeys yet but give her time. She actually gets quite close to us when she thinks we're not looking. Aethel's fitting right in.