Edward

The new cat is here. His name (so far) is Edward and Kathleen hates him. There is a lot of low moaning and hissing going on but little Edward is not taking a blind bit of notice. He truly is little, only eight weeks old and still squeaking and looking around likely corners for Mother. A little ball of black and white fluff that is hated with a passion. Had I known Kathleen would have carried on so I would have saved myself the bother. As it is I am up at six every morning as Edward can only be alone when he is sleeping. It's been thirty years since I've had such a little kitten. I must have forgotten that part. We will soldier on for a week and if things don't improve, back the boy goes to Mother. She forgot to say goodbye to him. When last he saw her she was very busy licking a paw and making sure to do a complete job of it. I don't know if little Edward will even be welcome ,but the two- leggeds want him back if adjustments just cannot be made here. I want to report that Ted, an elderly ill cat of a friend is doing much, much better since he was treated on the Scio bio energetics machine. His appetite has returned, his fur has grown back and he is able to get upstairs to watch the hockey games once more. He's a Leafs fan. Maybe that had something to do with it. Have to go check on Edward. It's very quiet up there. I hope she hasn't eaten him!