Only it was a huge production and it didn’t feel like it worked out well at all until it did.
To start, this is Lemmy Catmister, all growed up (well, 10 months or so):
He’s very cuddly, and only bit my nose once. He bit my husband on the chin. We’re assuming it’s affectionate (since he’s purring and furiously making biscuits all the while). He’s still very much a kitten, and at the moment has a bad cold so he’s by himself in the spare bedroom until his sniffles are gone and he can meet Johnny Cat (who has already hissed at the intruder in his house). He no longer resembles his namesake so well, but he’s oblivious, so we’re not bothered, either.
And I’ve covered my yarn (he’s in the room where it lives), because he’s so far found everything string-related and dragged it around the carpet.