No, I'm not in a lock-up unit (tho there are those who would argue that I should be....)
I committed to accepting Gunk (Baby) as a new member of our household. Zbear will love him (she met him once) and Bub will freak out for a while, then I believe he will get used to him. Joe will love having a black cat in our house. (Joe gets into that kinda thing...have I mentioned that before?)
I think we may give the kitty a new "nickname" (Sir prowley pounce is what I would call him when he would pounce on me at work) But I know I'll always revert to "Bay-bee" the way his Daddy used to always call him.
*I'm getting kinda sniffly now* I still miss him. It will be nice to know that I'm giving his cat a really good home with lots of love. He talked to be about it and asked me if I would consider it before he passed. When he died, I knew everyone making those decisions was overwhelmed, and I didn't want to add another problem/issue to their already full plate. But I am mainly excited, with a little trepidation (for Bub's sake) about this little guy coming home to us. :)
On a side note, I got home to Bub's mini-trampoline out in the car-port and all his toys sitting out in the kitchen. I think Bub and Joe had some serious "issues" last nite. I think Joe won and Bub is going to be on the crabby side of life today. Glad I'm going to be sleeping thru the worst of it. BAHAHAHAHAHAH! (I'm terrible)