We have a new family member. Her name is Mila.
She and I have known one another for a long time, but parted ways seven years ago. I worked alone at a gallery for three years right out of college and Mila was my only companion. The gallery owner adopted her for the gallery and when the location closed, she no longer had a home. Because I already had Pico and Lucy, I wasn't able to care for her and convinced a friend to take her in. Fast forward seven years and he needed to find a new home for her right away (long story) and I, without hesitation, happily said yes.
She is, and always was, the sweetest cat who ever lived. She is ten years old and still chases paper balls, the same game I played with her as a kitten.
Lucy and Mila are temporarily having a turf war, with Mila not really caring, but Lucy continues to sulk in the corner. But at least Lucy is in the main part of the house and not in my closet - her chosen spot when Pico was around.
The greatest part is that she doesn't hide from Avery, but actually lets him pet her - face and all. Pico would rip your hand off if you touched her belly, but Mila rolls over for belly rubs. Avery loves her already and shouts "kitty!" when he sees her across the room. This brings me such joy.