Greys

I am sticking with the theme of non-black neutrals. The sandals, which my sister calls "Biblical," are dark brown. I am wearing mostly shades of grey. The cardigan is a dove grey, the tank is striped light and dark grey, and the pants are olive green/grey. I threw this on in a hurry, because we had to take our newest family member to the doctor this morning, before he can hang out with the others.
A friend of a friend recently found a feral momma cat and her litter of grey and white kittens on their back porch in Gowanus. The friend has been searching for good homes, as none of the no kill shelters in Brooklyn will accept kittens. Since I've been wanting to get Lula a playmate for a while, I decided to take up the offer. The momma cat is being spayed by one of the organizations in Brooklyn that provides neutering for feral cats, and he was brought inside just yesterday. Here's Buster (named after the famous mother-lover, Buster Bluth), our six week old, trash talking, but sweet as honey kitten:

So currently, he prefers to run away and hide under the dresser and hiss at us whenever get too close (but cries when one of us is not in the room.) He's all talk though. Once you pull him out and pet him, he calms down, purrs, and likes to sleep on our pillow and bed. And he seems to be quite good at using the litter box. The vet says he's healthy, clean, and just has a little cold. Buster is quarantined from Lula for now, as she's quite the Alpha kitty, but I think they'll be buddies (or tolerating each other) sometime soon.

Buster says, "Hey, get that camera out of my face!"