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Wednesday, February 5, 2014


Stella on the Loveseat.jpg
Stella strikes a regal pose on the loveseat in our sunroom.

She’s the queen of all she surveys:
She eats, she shits, she plays.
And when she gets all tired out
She plops right down and lays.

Stella’s life has settled down into a comfortable routine, especially now that she has her humans trained.

Sometime between 5:30 and 6:00 in the morning, she will make her presence known by attacking our feet through the covers. If this fails to get our attention, she will then commence to wandering all over our bed, making her squeaky little meowing sounds. Next up: pawing the headboard. Why, I do believe it’s time for Kitty-Breffus!

A playful one, this Stella. Walk into the sunroom where the kitty fishing pole is kept - a whiplike affair with a mylar doodad on the end, completely irresistible to cats - and Stella will inform you that it is time to entertain her.

She is getting stronger, too. She can now leap up on the kitchen counters in a single bound. This is an activity we strongly discourage... and yet it is hard to stifle an amused chuckle whenever we catch her in the act.

1 comment:

Rahel Jaskow said...

Queen and huntress, fluffy, fair,
Now the sun is laid to sleep:
Lounging in thy cushy chair,
State in wonted manner keep:
How my mortal fingers itch
To give your gorgeous fur a skritch.

(with apologies to Ben Jonson)