penny who was to be named copper stares and occasionally yawps at him. when i hug him she sneaks up behind. i hold his head so he doesn't turn suddenly to greet her and get mauled. it's a fragile peace. 
when i left to get his bed he cried, and i worried he would get agitated and then mauled, 
but when i returned he was laying by my stuff in the hall quietly, so quietly at first i thought he was mauled, but no, just laying on the wood floor which is slick and hard for him to scrabble up from. now he has his bed and he's having a post dinner snooze and peeny too,
(i say peeny sometimes). and while they all snooze i think the whole world's at peace, though i know better, and awake i don't think she feels the coppery affinity yet, though she is intrigued, vigilant, indignant, intrigued, indignant, asleep. 
jasper moved from the closet to his cubby-hole beneath the bookcase and can't bear to eat yet he's so upset about that ominous black suitcase on wheels. 
susan said it's a good thing you love animals, and i said it's a good thing the animals have good will, and i hope i do still by weeks end.