Of the two cats...
With Burton, it's almost as if she just shrugged her shoulders and sighed in resignation. It helps that Burton is pretty good with her. When Rocky was a kitten, he was an absolute nightmare, but for the most part, Burton leaves her alone. When he does get in her face, she's been quick to give him a good thump and put him in his place, so he's figured things out pretty quick. And why bother with the cranky old girl, when you've got a Ginger Nut to chase?
I have caught her grooming him a time or two, and while he hasn't snuggled up with her yet, it's not uncommon to find them snooze the afternoon away under the futon together - not touching, but no more than an inch or two apart.
Little Burt has slipped into our lives like he was meant to be.