My neighbor came over this evening with two 7 week-old kittens in tow.  She's been playing host to a feral cat who had a litter of three, and now they're almost ready for new homes.  One's an orange and white tabby (little boy) and the other's a little female tuxedo.  The tux is all spit and vinegar while the orange is as sweet as he can be.

She offered me first pick of the two, and oh my gosh! it was tempting.  But with 2 adults who have finally found their courage around Jed I just couldn't bring myself to upset the newly-found harmony between my four-legged roomies.  I brought the little male in & sat with him on the stairs while Jed danced all around, beside himself with excitement and a bit of anxiety thrown in (he's been thwacked by Mr. Smudge on several occasions & has a decent respect for all things feline).  The little kitty did pretty well, considering he was outweighed by about 75 pounds.  Just a few hisses and one loud, protesting meow.  Otherwise I think he knew that Jed wouldn't hurt him.  Neither of the 2 resident cats showed their furry faces -- too much comotion for them.  But I daresay that their reception wouldn't have been nearly as pleasant as Jed's. 

So, for today my resolve held strong.  I gave my neighbor the business card of a kitten rescue group and told her that I'd pray for her.  It's late for kittens, and someone is bound to be looking for a Christmas gift. 

I know what I'd like for Christmas, but that's a whole other story ...