Because the last thing we needed around this house was one more cat, when a friend recently rescued a litter of feral kittens from a scrap pile, I turned a deaf ear. I did not read her posts about how adorable the kittens were. I did not take one single look at the pictures. I didn’t review the budget to decide if there was room for the cost of food and vet care for one more animal. And I certainly didn’t let SW go visit the kittens and pick out the one with the best personality.

Sure I didn’t.

This adorable ball of fluff is named Arthur, although RM chases him around the house calling “Arfur, Arfur.”

I should rent SW out for his talent when it comes to evaluating animal personality. This little guy has a ton of it. For all his feral beginnings, he is incredibly playful and not even a little shy around people. The older cats are adjusting to some extent, or tolerating at the least.

The name Arthur was a given for us really. He is a perfect match for this feline curmudgeon who has lived with us for 10 years now.

His name is Merlin.