So, I brought the gray kitten home over the weekend. He is a real cuddlebug! (He's also one hell of a climber. If I'm standing up, he will start at my foot and make it all the way to my shoulder.) He's very social, too, which is good.
He's living in the master bathroom right now, so Mollie can adjust to him. We have him out for short periods of time, though, so she has seen him. She isn't quite sure what to make of him yet. She alternately ignores, stares, or hisses at him. It's a gentle hiss, though, not a real threatening sound. I think she'll be OK once she adjusts. (One quirk I noticed: she doesn't like being picked up right after seeing him. She yowls and struggles. No idea why.)
Tom and I haven't come up with a name yet. Suggestions are welcomed!
And now, I leave you with pics of the little furball fast asleep, nestled between me and the couch arm:
Such a soft fluffy head ...