Fiona continues to make the house her own. Here she is curled up in the bathroom closet, on a stack of freshly laundered towels natch, looking vaguely annoyed that I've interrupted her peaceful little nap. Sorry, Fi. Had to be done.
On the up side, Ari has started coming downstairs with much regularity and though she will not allow Fiona to be her friend, they're not full-on enemies anymore. Trixie continues to want nothing to do with downstairs, but she tolerates Fiona's presence upstairs.