I open the kid's door in the morning and catch the new kitten posing for internet cat pictures. I make coffee for the snoring in the bed and find socks and the kitten runs out. The old cat growls and goes under our bed to mound and watch. The radio digs out "sugar, awww, honey honey, you are my candy girrrl" for the kitten, who only dances so far, dances or eats or sleeps. I have to coax the old beast out from under our bed. I used to pop her head into my mouth for a laugh.