This seemingly laidback and lengthy fellow is definitely responsible for a good deal of my recent weariness as a human being. He is also the reason that there will be no Christmas tree (aka "giant kitty toy") this year at Hand & Soul Studios (unless I am suddenly afflicted with brain fever). Please welcome Marley, the newest (and last) addition to the family. Marley is a freakishly large eight-month old bundle of insane energy that has quite literally turned our household upside-down. I never really appreciated how sedate and sweet Miss Tuscany was until I introduced dear Marley into the mix. And what an introduction it was. At first, Tuscany hissed and growled and spit for all she was worth, puffing herself up to three times her normal size just to let the interloper know who was boss. The two cats hunched their backs and inflated their tails, scuttling around each other like furry, furious crabs. Three days later, they are chasing each other throughout the house like hormone-crazed teenagers. Both are "fixed" so no fear there but that doesn't seem to put a damper on the love affair. My son and I are on the sidelines, cleaning up after the feline hurricane. We may need to be rescued from these rescue animals. But as wild as they are, when they are "off" (and recharging), Tuscany and Marley are curled up in their respective spaces, looking adorable as ever. And in those quiet times, I catch my breath and remind myself that it will eventually settle down. I remember that they give as much as they take most days and that life would definitely be emptier without them.