Meet Elvis

We have a new addition to the family:

This is Elvis, and if you look closely, you'll see why we named her that:

Elvis was a stray(?) that started coming around occasionally, then we started to see her more and more often until it was a daily occurrence. She was extremely friendly, and so tiny, and so stinking cute. She had on a flea collar, but no tags, and looked pretty healthy, so we suspected she belonged to someone (so we also assumed she was already spayed). Then we noticed that she was either putting on weight (we were feeding her every day, so she was probably eating more) or she was pregnant. Then it became pretty obvious by the way she was carrying the weight that she was pregnant, so off to the vet we went. She was early in the pregnancy, and since she's so tiny anyway, the vet took care of that issue (which, while sad, was a also great relief, and honestly, Richmond does not need more kittens to find homes for). The vet also spayed her, gave her shots, etc. She's healthy, and now, after dropping almost $200 at the vet, she's ours. She seems to be OK with this:

Guess I'll have to add another stocking to the mantle this Christmas.

The fatties are not so OK with this new arrangement, however. Elvis quickly became the dominant cat, which is hilarious because she's half the size of the fatties. But we're all adjusting slowly and soon, I hope, things will settle down. In the meantime, I don't exactly hate the fact that she snuggles with me at night.