Our other (and smaller) addition to the family

Last night we picked up our other adopted cat from the vet, he needed to be spayed before we could bring him home.

We named him Willie (pronounced Wi-lee) after our favorite taxi cab driver in Jamaica. It's also a dance they do in the Jamaican clubs.

I think we should have named him Dennis. As in Dennis the Menace.

I feel like I've been babysitting a two year old ever since we picked him up. He never stops moving, always has something to say, wants to be in your face all the time, makes messes and doesn't respect his elders (Irie, our other cat).

The two cats are getting used to being in the same house. We haven't had any physical altercations yet, just some growls and hisses.

Minus all the trouble he causes, he's really cute and I crack up every time he attacks Andrew's feet. Andrew doesn't really like the toe biting, but it's funny to watch.

When he does decide to sleep, he completely passes out. Like he is right now on my lap as I type. I'd take a picture, but I'm enjoying the silence.

Here are some pictures of the little guy...