An Introduction

 I'm making this about five and a half months late. But at least I'm doing it.

Meet our newest goober, Kahi.

This is how he spent a lot of his time when he first came home with us. He loved shoulders.

He did not love my master bath, which was his home for several weeks. Like, six of them. Then he spent several more weeks confined to my bedroom until I was sure he was big enough to handle himself among the others and not get killed. And woke me up in the middle of the night a couple times each night to get love. It's a good thing he's cute.

The other cats--Kimo (age 8), Makaha (age almost 8, who doesn't quite count as he lives in bachelor quarters in the basement), Kala (age 5.5), and Nokea (age 5)--were not amused. (Actually, due to aforementioned bachelor lodgings, Makaha didn't care one way or the other. He didn't have to share.)

Kahi learned early on that the fridge held the good food.

I was mostly concerned that the other cats didn't think of him as good food. They were certainly jealous over his early canned-food diet, and howled how woe had befallen them when they didn't get to eat his food.

Things have worked out to a general peace now, and Kahi counts the others as playmates. Most of the time.

He's almost nine months old now, pings around the house faster than sonar, and has certain vampiristic tendencies (he likes to suck on my neck when he's feeling affectionate). Despite that, he's oddly drawn to garlic. He welcomes me home from work almost every day, which is kind of cute.

Welcome to our clan, bud. 

We sure can't imagine it without you. You certainly spice things up.