The all-white cat is the cat of death

Hi Erin!  How are you, Honey?  Is life going smoothly for you?  I hope it is, and that you are feeling absolutely great.  It's been a strange day for me, but I got through it OK alhamdulillah.  I drove my Dad to the hospital, I did some errands, I bought a Slurpee, I killed a black snake by my Mom's back door.  Yeah, a black snake with a marking on the back of its head is called a cobra.

Oh, and I got a new kitten.  People sometimes dump their unwanted kittens in my yard (few of them survive), but this one put such an effort into crying and pleading by my bedroom window that I decided to bring it in.  It's a female all-white cat.  It seemed healthy enough, there were a few fleas but I got rid of them so my main concern is how Floofy and Lookie would react to her.  Lookie was comparatively casual, with just a couple of hisses but mostly pacing briskly around the house.  Floofy is the one who threw a tantrum, and refused her dinner because she was too busy crouching and hissing and looking over her shoulder.  This cat got jealous of her own kittens, folks.  The crouching and hissing is now down to just a staring match, so hopefully things are calming down and we can all get along.  I couldn't think of a name for this kitten, so in the end it was my computer who came up with her name: Yoolie.