So scott_lynch and I have adopted three kittens: Molly, Duncan, and Gurney, variously known as The Swarm, the Breakfast Mafia, and Mayken, Inc. They've been with us for a little over a month now, and they're pretty great, frankly. They have a twitter feed at @kjittens if that's your sort of thing.
Duncan and Gurney are littermates, about six months now. They're cuddly purrbeasts who like to supervise everything. Duncan is black with some messy white splashes that make him look like he's been in his tuxedo on a long night out drinking with Cole Porter as played by Kevin Kline. He's a tidy little beast with an anime nose. Gurney is rangier and seems to be a solid gray until the light hits him and you realize that he's actually a broken-stripe mackerel tabby whose markings are in two almost similar shades of gray, except one is more silvery and one is more matte.
Molly is a stocky dilute tortie, and a semiferal. She's about a month older than the boys--seven months now--and we're working very hard to warm her up to humans. Slowly, slowly: she will occasionally allow petting now. If you are lying down under a blanket and don't make eye contact. Or if she's busy eating and you scrunch down and make yourself small.
This is a major victory, because she's basically a slightly less angry version of Shadow Unit's Angry Kitteh come to life. She's more of a Skittery Kitteh.
She came into rescue after being netted on a street in New Jersey, and somehow was lucky enough to make it from a city animal control shelter there to the cat rescue in Connecticut that we contacted when looking for kittens. They housed her with the two boys, and the three bonded firmly enough that it would have been kind of monstrous to break them up. So we have three cats.
The GRD is still not, and never will be, catsafe, so we have a divided house again. Containment protocols! Fortunately, it's an old house with a lot of doors.
So many doors.