Complete and utter failure.
Thor and Loki began attacking each other. Thor tried to attack the kitten. Loki turned on me and almost scratched me this morning when he heard Thor meowing in the hall.
I spoke with someone at the shelter and learned that litter mates, as Thor and Loki are, rarely ever allow an outside cat to come in to a house. All the years I've been successfully integrating new cats into the household and I never knew that. Of course, I've never had litter mates before.
So after many tears and many hateful things said to myself, I took wee little Fred back so that he would have a chance to be adopted into a safer home. This situation was unsafe for him, for Thor and Loki and even for Jason and myself.
If you want a darling little sweetie who loves to purr and snuggle and has a bit of sass, he's there for the adopting.
I'm going to to cry until I throw up now.
Then begin the Thor/Loki reunification process. Again.
I feel like shit.