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I'm kind of worried that Milk's taken an antipathy to Father- he doesn't really want to be around him much, even though just yesterday he was bopping at his laces and meowing loudly at him, as if he wanted to play. Well, it might just be that Milk needs some time to warm up to someone else being in the house- especially because he's so little, and a lot has changed in the time since he arrived! For now, he's been mostly playing in his little penned off area- Father agreed that it would be for the best if we kept him sequestered off in a smaller space, so he can feel safer and less vulnerable in the open air.

Ranger Weston made breakfast, which was a very kind gesture on his behalf- Milk loved to sniff at the scrambled eggs, though he only wanted to drink milk in the end- he has such polite paws when he does so, they're crossed over and he sups in a really relaxed, laid back way. Big change from when he was first settling in and would slurp it down at super sonic speeds: though he's still a damn circle by the time he's done, haha.

Ranger Weston went out to the store, also, to pick up some odds and ends for the house: coffee, milk, crated water: Milk was very curious about the way that the light would reflect and shimmer off of the waterbottles. We moved most of them to be out of direct sunlight- to keep the plastic from degrading, which can't be good for you to drink (plus it just tastes weird, even if it were OK to drink), but left a couple of bottles for Milk to pay at and play with, which was very sweet of him.

Ranger Weston told me it would be OK to call him by his first name, even though he is around Father's age: but that would feel kind of... weird? Especially since he's still in uniform. He doesn't really have much by the way of non-issued clothing. He says it's because he moves around quite a lot, so being able to live out of a dufflebag is crucial in his line of work: you never know when you'll have to up and move. I think it might be part of why he's having such a hard time settling down at night. The house groans, when it settles- plenty of old houses creak and quiver.