It took about a week to tame Hissy Kitty to be able to extract her from the maze of beams he was hiding in under the trailer. In the meantime, the flea population exploded and I would have to strip my clothes off on the deck after each visit. Still the dogs got them.

I finally reached the point where I could apply Frontline. Even though HK was a little underage for it, there weren't any other options and the vet reassured me that it would be okay.

So after the treatment, I waited two days and brought HK inside and confined him to a bathroom with the door to the vanity open so he could have a hiding place.

I shouldn't have worried. HK had formed an attachment to me. I think he sees me as his mother. And he is full of himself and thinks he is the king of his new world.

I've started socializing him with the other animals. At first, he puffed himself up and went after the dogs who ran in horror at this unknown animal. He thinks it is great fun to stalk them.

I'm teaching him to play properly since there were no littermates. In this photo, we're wrestling.

I need a name. I'm looking for something other than Snowflake or Ghost. :)