Cuteness has vomited all over our house today. 

Finn is acting as though he can't remember a time without little Roo, and maybe he can't. He is only two. He wants to hold her hand. He wants to cuddle with her. I'm afraid that any hand-holding will turn into arm-ripping off, but hey, at least his intentions are good, if only momentarily. 

I think they like each other, although it's likely I've spoken too soon. Tomorrow, Finn could just as easily try and flush her down the toilet.
Do they look much alike? I don't really think so. Here's Finn at six or seven weeks. She's just about five now.

"Wee! I'm five-weeks old! Wee!"