The new cats are working out. The girls, for the most part, love them. It seems that Allie has a particular attachment to Rabies (he's the orange one). She's constantly picking him up and holding him like a newborn. Often times, Julia will join in and bury her face in his fur while Allie cradles and strokes him.
Every once in a while, when he's receiving all of this love and affection, Rabies will look over at me. His eyes speak volumes. It's pretty clear what they're saying.
I'm in hell.