I love my new Kit-Cat. We named him Henry after King Henry the 8th (our inner history nerd finally bridged the naming compromise). Henry stays either on my chest or on my shoulder behind me on the couch any free moment of the day (when Bob my other kitty doesn't beat him to me).
Unfortunately the kids really love the kitten too. He is a very docile little guy and they don't hurt him. We have had docile pets their whole lives and so they know the "no no's" of pet handling. That doesn't keep them from loving this cat all day long. Poor Henry gets chased and carried into tea parties or train games. The kids adore him. They pet him non-stop when he is around. Rachel gives him kisses and as the picture below shows Harm reads him stories.
Chris and I have been worrying it is a little much. We had a cat named Sturgis and Harm loved him. Right before the twins came home from the NICU Strugis snuck out and by the time we realized (with in minutes) we couldn't find it. Living amongst cayote packs we always figured that was his fate. Harm missed him so much and even wanted to name Henry, Sturgis. So now Chris is teaching Harmon to have play time and space time for Henry. To make sure he doesn't overwhelmed or sneak out or get hurt by accident. He is doing good I think learning this. He is teaching the twins also to be gentle. We are hopeful Henry will not meet a similar fate and it is teaching the kids responsibility in caring and loving little joyful creatures.