Dear Diary, I'm a bit concerned about a little runt kitten birthed by Bessie. My human calls her SaraSue. The thing's a scheming little pistol. Doesn't matter who opens the deck door, in she darts. Not an iota of fear in this mere iota of a feline. She's bold. Just this morning she aligned herself with my good buddy Osiris. Osiris is the household sage. He's the wise old man of our fivesome. Look how she creeps up on Osiris, then plants herself within inches of his head. Clever. To know she can place herself just so close, but not to touch him. I suppose she thinks she'll be moving into the house full-time soon. Whatever. My human has been adament so far about putting her back out after giving her a little food. We'll have to see what happens.