Meet Harry, all 1.6 lbs of him. I heard him calling at the end of the street while I was out walking the dog and found him in a location indicative of someone dumping him out. This is the first morning, after he'd had several doses of cat milk replacement and probably the first restful sleep he'd had in days -
- and we're waiting to see how he will blend in with this crew. Wee little Harry has already rushed Rocky the Bichon, and Titus has gently touched noses. Tabitha (not pictured) is the only real wild card here. So long as she doesn't go on a pee-fest, we're fine.
