Salty

His brother Paco, the tuxedo one, couldn't let him go - Paco kept pawing him through the kitty carrier. His mother and the other white one, Corky, were taken a few days ago; Paco was all he had left, until now. It was a heartbreaking moment, but it was for the best. Off Paco went, while the little guy stood at the bottom of the stairs squeaking his little heart out. It was just him and Pepper.

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4 days later, the little guy seems quite acclimated. He's gone through several names - Untitled, Tu Madre (Tengo Nada), Tomato... finally, we decided to name him Salty. Get it? Salt 'n Pepper. Their coats are color-appropriate too, so we couldn't resist.

Now, when I come home from work, I hear the pitter patter of 8 paws, and see 2 furry heads peeking from behind the door.

I think they're going to be great friends.