Freya has stopped having to kick the big cats off their towers, instead preferring to hide in a sleeping bag that is a permanent fixture on our couch (mostly because the cats like it.) She loves to snuggle down inside it for warmth, and peek out.
Relations with Mara have done nothing but improve. Freya's gone from sleeping on Mara to being Mara's pillow. Honestly, I couldn't have asked for a better new-cat-integration than this.
Rita's always been the hermit of the family, preferring to be alone and tolerating the presence of humans in Her Bed only at nighttime, so Rita's been hard to convince that bringing home the kitten was a good idea. After one terrifying afternoon of me vacuuming the whole house, they came to a sort of truce. Rita accepts Freya, now, but she still wants to keep an eye on the loud, energetic newcomer.