My wife took my daughters to “yoga with kittens” yesterday. I'm not exactly sure how that works, but apparently, it entails coming home with this little guy:
He's quite friendly, although I forgot how sharp kitten claws are. He's quite the lap cat, but he's already pilled up on of my pairs of jeans. When I say "lap cat", I mean "he'll spend most of his time on my lap, walking back and forth, leg to leg". There was a little bit when he just laid in one place, purring.
My wife is taking him to the vet today. If he gets the all clear, we'll see how he and our 13-year-old cat get along. Historically, she's been just fine with other cats.