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Our fifth cat, Kippie, chilling on the stairs. Yes, you have to be careful going down the stairs.

Kippie’s kittie psychology possesses an aspect I haven’t previously observed in a cat. Susan describes it this way: Kippie doesn’t respect other cats boundaries.” What he’ll do is jump to where one of the other four cats are lying down and land right on them. He will move them out of the way irrespective of how much room is accessible, and, shortly after the other cat departs, he’ll leave too. I suppose he’s asserting alpha rights to a micro territory!

Along with this consistent behavior, Kippie is also the least likely of all the cats to pick a tussle with his mates. Apparently, he is the alpha.

bonus:
A man in a movie theater notices what looks like a cat sitting next to him. “Are you a cat?” asked the man, surprised.

“Yes.”

“What are you doing at the movies?”

The cat replied, “Well, I liked the book.”  source

Kippie, (his new name and named in honor of South African jazz legend, Kippie Moketsi,) three months old, suffering from kitty PTSD, and looking out from the carrier after making the trip from the APL without a peep.

Life is looking up. His documentation tells his brief story: family brought in the unwanted litter three months after the births. This fine looking boy was named Jitters and he was not socialized to human touch to any normal degree.

Susan and I always knew we were headed toward a fifth and last cat of a long haired gray variety. We’re the perfect home for a little wounded kitty who has a bit of healing ahead of him.

As I wrote on the APL’s survey, “He will become the cat he was meant to become.” As Susan put it: “Our love will now expand.”

Sonny trying to get the door to the lower porch to open so he can welcome his new “half brother.”