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Hey look! We've got a new kitty in the house and his name is Shmuley. He's nine weeks old. When he meows, he sounds like a squeak toy.

Itchy has, ahem, "mixed feelings" about him. Translation: we keep them separated right now because Itchy could, if he wanted, eat Shmuley in one bite. Or, at least, roll over on top of him and squash him.

Update: Yesterday, we happened to find them on opposite sides of the patio door glass and it was pretty fascinating watching the ballet between them (below, click on any of the thumbnails to get a close-up).

Since then, we've put them together in the same room and things have been OK. Itchy growls a lot and Shmuley ...moves ...around ...in ...slow ...motion, head down, sniffing the ground in front of him.

He follows Itchy everywhere he goes -- after all, other than his mother, Itchy is the only adult cat he's ever seen. This probably annoys Itchy. Or maybe it freaks him out -- after all, Shmuley looks exactly like Itchy's dead brother, Scratchy.