Tula!

Teenie, tiny Tula. We found her at PetSMART and actually wanted the kitty next to her- believe it or not! (that's so mean!) But once I played with them I knew that she was the one. She's easy with her affection and wants to get closer to people.

However, I learned the hard way that she is not fond of grooming done by humans. Those claws will just have to stay long, then. OUCH.

Rescued from a house in Bellmore with 40 other cats., she's a playful little thing despite the fact that she was malnourished and has had babies of her own. Poor baby, girl. Well, don't pity her too much cause since then she's hit the kitty cat jackpot.

Before we actually knew her name was going to be Tula, "Patty" from PetSMART lived upstairs in our house with freedom to do as she pleased while my other darlings wondered what the deal was. Who's up there? Why can't we go up there anymore? Hey, what's the big idea? Once they all met her, everyone fell into place pretty predictably. The only surprise was a nasty hiss from PHILLIP of all kitties. He expressed utter disgust that one time, and ever since he's been only curious and loving toward her. Maggie runs away from her own shadow, and Buddy, well...Buddy's hatred for all things that detract from his every need being met is growing like wildfire. He's just a big softy at heart who wants to be the only one that matters! He's so much like me it's no longer funny....

Plus, it doesn't help that while getting used to a new cat, Buddy has a skin infection making him look like Wiggy in "There's Something About Mary." So he's got a white head on his eyeball and a shoe fetish and a new cat eating better tasting food than he does. "DAMNIT!"

Share the love, Buddy. Share the love.

UPDATE: Tula is a lunatic at night. She waits all day to torture us. Then, when we're snug in bed, she climbs, jumps, skitters, plays hockey with a hair clip, anything she can to drive the house crazy.
In other words? WE LOVE HER!