Stella and I are waging war on one another. She is determined to eat and lay in my palm plants. I am determined that she's not doing it. I think she's winning.
Stella stayed up all night the past two nights and caught one mouse each night for her efforts. All that late night partying has tuckered her out - she's slept all day! She won't budge even when I poke her.
Meaner as a teeny baby 2013 Meaner 6/22/2022 - he's a chunky boy!
Ted just went out to mow, and Stella stood at the sliding door and cried for him.This cat is in love with him. Now she's sitting at the sliding door, watching him mow...after she got his sock from somewhere and brought it to the door.
I don't care what he says - Stella is most definitely Ted's cat, and Ted is most definitely Stella's person!
It's always been a running joke that I had a black thumb. I loved planting things and having flowers, but Gramma always came up weekly and reminded me which ones to water and fertilize. She sometimes just did it all herself. Most of my plants died every summer, and only a pothos lived inside (I … Continue reading Thank you, Gramma!
Friday AKA Stella, 10 months old
...Libya likes it here. (Secretly plotting the destruction of every other cat and dog on the farm)