As of today, I have no more doubt that Gillyflower and the little kitten will get along. Now, days ago when I first got the kitten, I tried to keep the two apart as much as possible. Scared that Gillyflower would eat the pitiful thing whole, I was. And they did have a few yowling fights, and I was surprised to see the kitten holding its own. But when I rose from my first sleep for a mid-night snack, I encountered both of them once I opened the pantry. I’ve never seen cats so ferocious and cruel, and there were two of them! My poor skin is sorry I ever adopted a cat. I’ll be having nightmares for weeks to come, even after the lacerations heal. Is there anything more embarrassing than having to clean out grievous wounds from your own cats, in the middle of the night? And the two of them ate all the meat that I had in the pantry, and I’m so hungry. I’m tempted to kick them onto the street, but I remember what happened the first time I tried to get rid of that demon-cat.