Or it should, anyway. D: We finally got our new kitten after the death of my beloved Mushu. We've had our new boy for about two weeks. We got him a couple days after Mushu passed because, as I stated in the previous journal, it's how my family copes with the death of any of our pets.
And boy howdy, is this new kitten a doozy.
He's also a Siamese, but unlike all our previous cats, he's from a breeder rather than a shelter. Now, don't get me wrong: I have nothing against shelter cats.
all of our cats previous have been shelter cats, including the other feline resident in our household (A Maine Coone called Max). It was a long decision about whether to get a shelter cat or a cat from a (reputable) breeder. We went with breeder, because right now we wanted a kitten that would already be affectionate (because he was hand-raised) and knew the ins and outs of living in a house. Again, I'm not saying a shelter kitten couldn't have all these qualities.
Anyway, back to our new kitten. He is a Blue Point Siamese (our previous Siamese, Mushu, was a Seal Point), and is already revealing quite a set of lungs on him, as is typical of his breed. And we love it. The 'talking' and 'whining' is quite entertaining and we're on the road to deciphering each specific meow and cry (because he has many). We named him Cato. That's right, Pink Panther enthusiasts, we named him after Cato from the Pink Panther movies.

It's a tradition we have to name our pets after literary or movie characters. And he's proving deserving of the name, which requires you to say daily 'NOT NOW CATO!'. He likes to sneak attack, and hide out before tearing about. We also call him Little Stig or The Stig, though you won't understand the reference unless you watch the funny British car show called Top Gear.
He's apparently latched on to me and now follows me around as best he can (he is too smart to come downstairs where the dogs are), and he's not afraid of anything. In fact, when we took him for his first vet appointment, not only did he talk the whole way, but as soon as we opened the crate in the exam room, he strolled right out, bold as brass. He's a bit clueless and loses track of toys you toss, even if they land right in front of him.

He's also taken to our 14+ pound cat Max. Max is not so fond, and is regularly chased around by Cato, even though this kitten weighs less than three times his size.
Cato also attacks my toes under the blanket while I'm sleeping. That's if he doesn't drop a toy on my face first.
Kittens are definitely like Valium. He's helping me cope with Mushu's death, and I'm on the way to being a happy person again.