I sent this in an e-mail to some friends this morning:
The infection in the white kitty's eye is still not completely cleared up. Her bad eye filmed over and has all kinds of yucky crusty stuff. It is the saddest looking thing in the world. She also must have broken her front right leg before and it didn't heal properly (I don't think the bones ever mended together) because where one of her scars is her leg bends a little backwards every once in a while. But she is the sweetest, most loving little thing you've ever seen in your life.
We are now almost positive she doesn't hear. When she's asleep she wakes up easily. But when she's asleep in her little box (in the shower) and I'm sitting in the bathroom and I call her name (which right now we're using Angel, not Hope), it doesn't matter how loud I say/shout it, she does not wake up. BUT, unlike we were told to expect, she does not freak out when you touch her when she doesn't see you. She did once - but not badly. Since that one time, she hasn't.
And she does not see well out of her good eye. I don't know what happened, but the pupil is permanently dilated. We figured out she doesn't walk so slowly because she's afraid. She reaches out and touches in front of her and then steps. We figured out she can't see well out of the working eye. Once she's walked there, though, she'll cruise around. She has totally investigated every inch of the bathroom, and is already completely vertical. She'll jump up onto the toilet, then up on the counter. And we closed the other cats out of the bedroom and had her in there with us last night for a few hours. She totally checked out the whole bedroom. After her first few hours here and a good sleep, she decided that we and this place are OK. And she is a TOTAL purr monster! She is no longer purring because she's scared. She is purring because she's happy, and you can see it. She sleeps a lot though. I don't know if it's the stress of moving, or she's still a bit sick. But she curled up on Gary's chest last night under his chin and purred like nothing you've heard before. We thought Tuxedo purred a lot. Gary picked her up, and tucked her into the covers under his arm - and she did. He said "look at her - she looks just like a little angel." That's why we're now calling her Angel. But Gary doesn't like that name - thinks there are probably lots of "Angels." I like the name "Happy" better than "Hope," though, because this is one happy little girl. She loves her box, she loves the bathroom - and she loves being with us on the bed. She's curious enough to hop down the several layers of things we have next to the bed to check every inch of the room and it shelves and tubes and structures for the cats out. And she LOVES to play! She is, of course, a total spaz about it. She's slow, has no depth perception, and often doesn't see that the ball or mouse moved from where it was. She tries to pounce on any little wrinkle in the blanket on the bed. She also loves to lay on her back while we swing this fluffy ball we have tied onto a piece of nylon rope-like string and swipe at it. This she'll do quickly (because it doesn't involve moving from where she is) - she gets her little arms moving like windmills, and it is just too cute.
Gary is completely smitten - even more so than with Mae, if that's possible. I think it's because this little girl really needs us (someone). And it is the weirdest thing. All the cats are aware there's another cat here. Only Spooky and Lazlo have actually seen her, although Shelly saw her swipe her little paw out from under the bathroom door this morning and he must have jumped three feet in the air it surprised him so much! But unlike any other time we've had another cat in here, they're not mad. Three of them slept in the bedroom last night - and when we brought Mae in, they avoided sleeping in the bedroom for like a week. Spooky stopped sleeping in the bedroom for like a month (and she otherwise religiously sleeps next to me on the sheepskin on my bedside table, where Laz used to sleep). They're all their usual purr monsters, wanting to play and be loved like normal. They're not fighting more than usual and they just don't seem freaked out. Now, this could easily be because we haven't made formal intros, and she's not just allowed to intermingle in the general population. But because she's happy in the bathroom, and the rest of the gang doesn't seem to mind being closed out of the bedroom for a few hours in the day and a few hours at night, I think we're going to just leave it this way for a week or so, at least. They'll get used to her smell all over the place. She obviously feels completely safe here now. And she's so darn little and so not active like a normal little kitten her age that it shouldn't be a problem. (Knock wood!) Hopefully our gang will decide she's no threat, and hopefully no one will feel the need to beat up on a deaf almost blind little girl. With MaeMae it was clear everyone needed more room than we had. But this little girl's needs are more "emotional" than physical, and we might be able to keep her.
This little girl will be happy, I'm pretty sure, without gobs of room. She gets tired very quickly from just a little play, and Gary, so far, is her favorite place to sleep. So we've both decided she needs a name that's not one syllable. Of course, she can't hear it, but she still needs a name.