Happy Birthday to me!

Since nobody knows my birthday, Mr. and Mrs. Nice said we will celebrate May 19th – which is the day I arrived at their house – as my official birthday.

They put a bow on me and of course a picture was taken.

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Other than that there was not much to write about this winter. Mr. and Mrs. Nice were working a lot and I spent a lot of time saving my energy for spring. In other words, I slept a lot and avoided cold weather. 🙂 Since spring came around I have been busy with Mrs. and Mr. Nice in the garden. They have been doing lots of work in their garden and haven’t had time to help me with my blog. My function was to be the undergardener and have an overview of everything they did in the garden. I must say I approve of everything. It turned out really nice and is a wonderful place for me to relax.
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The catnip is ready for me to taste again. Life is great!

The other side of the fence and other things – Week #2

During the second week I have been getting used to the routine here.

I wonder why they won’t take down the balloons at the entry way door, the terrace door in the livingroom and their bedroom? Don’t they trust me? It must be the yearning I have in my eyes when I sit on my scratch post or when I stand up against the window looking outside. As much as I have thought about it, there seems to be no way around these balloons.

I like to follow them around the house. THEY get to go outdoors anytime they want, but THEY don’t allow ME to go outdoors every time with them.

In this house livingroom, diningroom and kitchen are connected. Between the livingroom and the kitchen there is a sliding door. From the kitchen and livingroom the hallway can be entered. Guess what they did? Mr. & Mrs. Nice put the door handles upright!! Don’t they know that I cannot open the doors like that? One would think they’d have given this much better consideration and thought about my needs!! When Mr. Nice mows the lawn and Mrs. Nice works in her flower beds, they trick me. Quickly they lure me into the entry way and they shut these two doors. Then I have to stand against the doors, make the most miserable sounds, waiting for their pity … but to no avail. I am not allowed back in until the yard work has been completed and I can go outdoors on a leash with them. That’s not fair, Mr. & Mrs. Nice! You better believe me, I will remember when they use the trick on me next time. I am wondering this may have something to do with my first Saturday here when Mr. Nice had to climb through the kitchen window?

Mrs. Nice noticed I was loosing some hair on my right ear. It worried her. She is always worried about me, my (now) beautiful shiny coat, that I drink enough, and eat enough. Something else that she cares very much about is cleanliness. My scratch post is being vacuumed every other day. She says, even though I don’t shed as badly as her old shorthair cat Streaks, she does not want my hair everywhere. When she vacuums I watch from a distance. As strong as this vacuum cleaner is, I am surprised it does not suck the carpet up as well. When she is done, I get right back up on my scratch post. As you see, I have my personal maid as well. That’s a life of luxury. They didn’t do this in the animal shelter.

Mr. Nice always told me during the first week, that he doesn’t care to walk along the fence in the yard all the time. He likes to sit in one spot and cuddle. Doesn’t he know that I am curious about what’s past this fence? Who cares what he likes? My needs are important!

Mrs. Nice started taking me past the fence on the leash. Now I know what the front of my house looks like. It is very sunny there in the evening. Mrs. Nice and I sit there on a pretty bench. She gives me enough leash so I can go across the street to the other neighbor’s fence. I smelled another cat there, too. There is a nice lady with a husband and another set of twins living there. They came out to welcome me to the neighborhood and warned me about some of the mean cats around here. There is Tommy, another cat in the neighborhood, who watched me during my first outing on the other side of the fence. Mrs. Nice tried to make him leave, but he kept following from a distance. I’ve got to watch out for this fellow. We even walked to the creek which was neat. I wonder what comes after the creek?

Here is where we sit when we go out front.

When I get tired of being on the other side of the fence, I walk back into the garden with Mrs. Nice. It is usually time for me to eat something and get some rest.

This is the view I get. Now tell me, would you run away from here?


This all I have to tell you about my second week in my new home.

Putting their mind at ease

More Day One ….

Of course I wanted to know where my toilet would be located. After all I am a clean cat! You wouldn’t believe Mr. & Mrs. Nice, though.

I was given a walk through my new accomodations. Guess, where they took me first? You guessed it, my bathroom. It is located in the basement where the washer and dryer are. Off it went to the two other rooms in the basement where Mr. Nice keeps his tools and another huge room they call „The Hobby Room“, whatever that is. Looks more like the place where they keep everything they don’t really want upstairs.

On the first floor I already knew where the living- and diningroom, kitchen and guest bathroom („Off limits“ to me I overheard them say) were located. I dine in the kitchen near the refrigerator out of three brandnew bowls. One for water, one for dry food and one for canned food. As you can see, I am not lacking anything. I’ve overheard them talking that they have bought different dry and canned foods in case I was a picky eater. „People! I’ve lived in an animal shelter! You eat what you get there or you will go hungry!“ Well, I won’t spoil it for them since they have so much fun spoiling me, Stella-The-Cat.

Now you tell me, can life get any better than that? Three bowls, my choice of food and grass!! This is like eating in a restaurant.

Then we went to the second floor where three bedrooms and the master bathroom are located. Not bad, I thought. I guess I’ll stick around for a while. Wonder if they will let me sleep in their bedroom sometimes. Oops, just heard Mrs. Nice say, that sleeping in the bedroom is a „no no“. Oh well, someone else sleeps in this house. His room is on this floor, too. I can work on him when I meet him. Then there is the third bedroom which is used for a guestroom. Mrs. Nice said, I can go in there, but not sleep. I guess she is afraid I will claim it for myself and not let any visitors sleep in there. We’ll see about that. 🙂

The third floor has a huge bedroom that they are working on at the moment and another room where Mrs. Nice has all her painting and craft materials.

In conclusion, I must say, I am going to like it here very much and I am glad I got out of this raggedy joint at the animal shelter.

Do you remember my previous post where I told you about my fuzzy coat? Well, I am looking pretty good now. I have got this neat little brush and comb all to myself and it sure is nice having someone helping me with this long hair. I love being brushed and combed.

This is my new life. Now I have got the difficult task ahead of me of training Mr. & Mrs. Nice.

Oh, before I forget it. They took me about five more times to my bathroom in the basement. Like I am stupid or something! Well, to make life easier I used it and they could rest easily that night.

Ready or not – here I am

Day One Continued ….

I had to go on a scary ride in the car. Who knows where they were going to take me? During the ride Mr. & Mrs. Nice were talking in the car about their plans for me, i.e. like not being allowed outdoors for the first few weeks without leash. I started to wonder if I really picked the right couple. The ride did not take too long and we arrived at my new home. Since I had to sit in the carrier I couldn’t see my new house when we got out the car.

I heard the door open and being locked with a key. Riiiiight, they remembered – I OPEN DOORS! Pretty smart Mr. & Mrs. Nice! They must have the memory of elephants.

In the livingroom my carrier was opened where I peaked outside. „Looks pretty nice“, I thought and got out. Then I looked for the new stuff – toys, scratching post and sleeping basket WITH a soft pillow. They must know about cats. But why on earth is the scratching post next to a couch and not near the window? THAT has to change. I’ve got to take it nice and slow though. First I must make an impression on them.

Here I am looking around my new place.
Not bad, tiled floor. Don’t mind my fuzzy coat please. They didn’t brush me very often at the shelter. You can’t be too picky at a place like that. I am going to change this at this house. This place is like an oasis! I must have picked the right couple.

Check out the basket! Pretty neat, isn’t it?

Hey, this is a house with a view! A garden!


Well, Mr. Nice came to me begging, „Stella, the scratch post was quite expensive, why don’t you use it?“ I wanted to say, „Dummy, there is no view where you’ve placed it now.“ But Mrs. Nice said, „The cat doesn’t care what you paid for the thing. Move it to the window.“ „Pretty smart Mrs. Nice! I think I am going to like you!“

So, here I am on my expensive scratch post. Satisfied, Mr. Nice?


After all this excitement it was time for a nap. I will tell you more soon.