R.I.P. Fig, Welcome Figgy

Or, Figaro. Not sure if he/she is a he or she.

I've always heard, the best way to get over a lost pet is to get a new one. So, that is what I did. Because Fig mysteriously vanished last week (99% sure it was the neighborhood hawk) and Newton turned into a crying basket case, I got him a friend. He could care less about his new friend. Typical. 

Here is the new kitten:

Yes, its hair is crunchy from Kingsley slobber. The two are best friends.

Harper already loves Figgy and routinely lets it inside, despite being told "no." And, I need to get a life instead of becoming a crazy cat lady. The first step is awareness.