The new kitten has arrived. She's a fucking menace, man!
So Mrs. Glam brought her home yesterday evening. Beautiful Siamese. White, gray brown tail and ears, faint stripping on her legs, and the palest blue eyes. And huge paws! She gonna be a bigun!
SO I took her at the stairs and carried her to the tv room. Muddy wandered over, hissed, stared for a couple minutes and split. The mighty Zeppelin came along doing his clumsy dog thing. Scared the shit out of her she hissed and batted at him and then he went back to the kitchen hoping mom might drop something on the floor. Honestly, he could care less. Then came the twins. Side by side stalking their way into the room. Ears back, inching forward. Steviewonder was just curious. He kept his distance and just stared. The Beans however, man was she pissed! Hissing, crying, the whole 9 yards. She was so pissed she started chasing the other cats and smacking them around. Poor Bootsy Collins! She kinda does her own thing, not real sociable with the pet humans unless it's in certain places. She didn't even know there was a new cat in the house. She so had this WTF moment on her face when The Beans come at her. "What did I do? Why are you so pissed?" 
And the new kitty was just sweet as can be all night. Until I went to sleep. I don't know how many times I was woken up by a sandpaper tongue and sharp, kneading claws. My ears, my face, my nose, my arms, my neck, my ears again...I'd put her down at my feet and no sooner had I pulled up the blanket she was back at it. At one point I had to wrap myself in the blanet like a damn corpse so she'd leave me alone and go back to sleep. An hour later? Rinse, repeat all night!
Today, she's been with me all day in the office. She's been licking my hands while typing or using the mouse, sitting/laying in between me and the keyboard and brushing the touch pad screwing up what I'm working on. Climbing up to sit on my shoulder. At one point I was on the phone and she literally sat up and hugged me...while licking my neck of course.
She's a menace! 
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Just like Mount Shasta and ol' blue eyes, Frank Sinatra.
Frankie ! 
Years ago, when I went to one of her concerts, I met others who were also going in a nearby hotel lobby. And she was apparently staying there and walked right by us. I spoke to her for a minute and my impression was that she's a very tiny person (with a big voice). Maybe that can help you decide. 
Sounds like family unity among the feline crowd! 
She'll figure out your normal routines and adapt to them, most of the Siamese girls I've lived with do. They are more trainable than the average domestic, I've found so you might explore that trait and see what happens.
do I sense a theme?
The Beans is the odd one out....
It won't be cute for very long!
