Well, Saturday night the boyfriend broght home the new kitten. We named him Alfred and he's 8 weeks old. I've had cans my whole life, but I've always adopted them at 7 or 8 months, so I've never had a kitten quite so tiny before.
The dogs are adjusting OK. Gibbs (the puggle like creature) is fascinated and for the most part very nice to him. Bess (the chihuahua), on the other hand, is doing her best to tollerate him.
We've been keeping a close eye, and keeping them separated by a fence and slowly introducing them. At one point, though, I had the kitten on my lap and got Bess sitting next to me. She was such a champ and was doing her best to be good... well, until the kitten thought it would be fun to play with her ear. Bess wasn't too happy about that.