Crazy Baby Jake!
Sorry, no new photos of the kitten today. It's too hard to focus on a little buff-colored blur.
After a long weekend of being isolated in a closed bedroom, Jake can no longer be contained. Whenever I'd open the door he'd escape, undaunted by the presence of a 16-pounder (Nick) hissing at him as he raced by.
So now he's loose, exploring my office and paying no heed to Nick's low growls and half hearted attempts to sniff his tiny ass.
My office is adjacent to the kitchen. James is at one end and Nick is at the other. Baby Jake is taunting them both, sticking his paws in their water dish and trying to eat chunks of Big Boy kibble right in their faces. They are both puffed up and staring intently but neither are being aggressive.
I think I'll start letting Jake explore the house in 15 minute, supervised chunks. That way, the Big Boys can get used to him without scaring the hell out of him when he wanders too close.
I just took him back to his room. He seemed slightly relieved.