The baby girl is the sweetest little thing already. I think it's because she spent 24 hours away from mama and her littermates, and was in a house with kids who probably couldn't stop handling her. She gets purring away and her brothers look at her like...Hey what's she so happy about? Mama got her first pats with the rubber hand on a stick I use for judging temperment without risking flesh and bone. No spits, just very shy and scared. I'm glad I got them out of the woodpile last night, as it rained around here overnight, and who knows where mama would have led them to get out of the rain.