New Cat

I can has cheez?

So yeah, this cat was all hanging around outside the new place, so we took him in, named him after Dusty Rhodes, (the wrestler, not the baseball player who apparently died a few days ago)
and in a week, we're going to have his balls cut off. Good times. Right now, he's kind of splitting his time between hanging out in the bushes outside and hanging out in the bedroom inside. The outside part is because we still don't know if we can trust him to not spray everywhere, and the bedroom sequestering is because A, we can't trust him around the bird, and B, because we can't trust my original cat around the new one. See, while this cat is all snuggly sweetness and such, my cat is essentially Death Metal: The Cat, so while Dusty seems to take an, "oh hey, you're a cat. I'm a cat too, let's hang out" approach to her, Crackhouse's feelings toward him are more of the "SLAY THE USURPER" kind. Hopefully, she can get used to him, but until then, he stays locked up in here, getting fed small pieces of cheese.