As 4 month old Fenix became more familiar in the house environment he pestered my 2 13 year olds with invitations to play day in and day out. All he received for his efforts was hisses, growls and swats with a paw. The senior cats needed some respite from Fenix's onslaught and he really could use a more age appropriate playmate, so I went back to Citizens for Animal Protection and found this beautiful 3 month old black/tabby mix whom I named Emily. This is her first portrait of her relaxing on my bed. She came home Tuesday last and is slowly being introduced to the other members in the household pride. I was cautioned by the dedicated people at CAP to avoid rough play during the first couple of weeks because her "alteration" surgery incision was glued shut, not stitched. She is a cute little girl who loves to 'make biscuits', 'purring' at the first stroke of petting, and quickly learned the location and function of the litter box. She has not yet learned her name, however. She eats eagerly, but CAP suggested smaller meals more frequently so as to minimize abdomen strain on her wound. I open the bedroom several times a day to the other cats for introductory visitation through the door of her transport crate. Both seniors pretty much ignore her except for the leftovers on her dining plate, but Fenix is already attempting to assert dominance by growling whenever he sees her. More info to come as the household readjusts.