Stella The Cat

When I came to Mr. & Mrs. Nice’s home, I had presents waiting for me. One of them was my scratch pole which I have shown for Luna once before and my little wicker basket.

The wicker basket I liked at the beginning. For some reason which I cannot explain I have avoided it for a while.

Then they bought this red “cave” for me. At the moment this is where I am all the time when I need some peace and quiet. Of course, it is in my favorite room which is the bedroom.

Mr. & Mrs. Nice thought I should have more hiding places and bought another one. This one is blue and it has a pillow with the same design on the inside. She has begged me to use it. Mr. Nice thought that I may be smelling something I don’t like, so Mrs. Nice even washed it and put my favorite cuddly blanket in it.

Today they tried again to entice me to use it; to no avail though. I wonder why I just cannot use it quite yet?

So, what do you think of my furniture?

Have a nice week!
Stella

Dear friends,
the cold weather continues. The weekend is here and this usually means that I am allowed to spend a lot of time outdoors when Mr. and Mrs. Nice are home. Since it is dark when they come home in the evening now, I don’t care to be out since the temperature has dropped so much.

However, today I had to go out and explore our garden a little. As you can probably tell by the looks of it, my paws were pretty cold. I didn’t stay out much longer.

I hurried to make it to the border and back inside the house.

I decided this week I need to take charge of the other couch where Mr. Nice likes to sit with his notebook and surf on the internet. He left the notebook on the couch while he worked on the office computer upstairs and I had time to admire my blog.

I hope wherever you are that your weather is warmer than it is in Bavaria right now.

Have a nice weekend!
Stella-the-Cat

…. in weather like that. I decided for myself to take a nap .. all day long.

Have a nice week!

Stella-The-Cat

Dear blog friends,
I haven’t posted in a while, but nothing exciting has happened lately in my boring life until last week. Of course, I have got to share it with you.

You are probably wondering about the title “The Invasion”. Yes, we actually had an invasion kind of … sort of … invasion of children and adults.

It all happened on Saturday the 13th, not Friday the 13th. It might as well have been Friday the 13th. It was a quiet Saturday as usual until about 4 p.m. Suddenly there were 4 people on our patio, 2 big people and 2 small boys. They were greeted very lovingly; still no clue who that could be. I kind of stepped ahead to be noticed and the little boys paid attention to me.

Suitcases and lots of bags, goodies for Mr. and Mrs. Nice were carried into the house into the spare bedrooms. What was happening???? Somebody please tell me????

The strangers stayed. They stayed for a week.

There was no place to hide for me anymore. They were everywhere. After about two days I succumbed to the situation. What else was there for me to do? I didn’t get the impression that they were leaving anytime soon.

Actually it turned out rather nice. I had many people to spoil me. Later on I found out that the older two were Mrs. Nice’s parents and the little boys, who were 9 and 10 years old, were her nephews. I came to appreciate them as fun playmates. Whenever I would go outdoors, one of them would follow and play Hide’n Seek with me. Even Mrs. Nice’s mom spoiled me. This was new to Mrs. Nice because she always considered her mom not to be a cat person. Mrs. Nice’s dad just observed me from a distance and got tickled at some of my habits.

Today -without telling me, no advance warning whatsoever- suitcases and bags were taken outside into a car, the newfound friends left again. What happened??? I thought they were going to live with us from now on.
Well, Mrs. and Mrs. Nice explained to me that this is called “a visit” and that they return occasionally.

I was relieved after that! At least I know I will see my new friends again. Until that time I will enjoy the piece and quiet again in my house.

Luna wanted to see my scratch post and Mrs. Nice got a good shot of it today while I was resting from running around outside all day. This weekend was especially busy since I had the responsibility of observing the border makeover in Mrs. Nice’s garden.

What do you think of it, Luna? I like it very much and it feels great to scratch on real wood, especially when you can’t go outdoors. Mr. and Mrs. Nice like it because it fits into the house quite well and it doesn’t look as artificial as other scratch poles.

They bought something else for me! I haven’t gotten a picture of it yet, though. It is a comfy little cave. The inside has fur and I love to sleep in there a lot during the day.

Last week was a quiet week, except for Sunday night/Monday morning. Mrs. Nice’s son came home late and I noticed he didn’t turn the key and lock the door. Can you guess, what I did? I jumped up the door handle and got out. When Mr. Nice got up in the morning getting ready for work, I was not home and the front door was open. He was very upset about it, which I don’t understand because I came right home, when they were getting ready to drive to work which is 6:15 a.m. After that I thought that I could go out every night, but -oh no!- the front door has been locked again. Then again, it was interesting to enjoy the “night life”.

I am not allowed to go out when it rains. Usually, Mr. & Mrs. Nice let me find out myself whether I like it or not. You probably guessed it, I not only dislike rain, I hate it. Nevertheless, I like to make up my mind anew each time it rains. For whatever reasons my owners do not understand that part of my thinking.

These past weeks have been rather irritating for me. Tied to the house most of the time during the day since Mr. & Mrs. are back to the office, it has been pouring down during the evening when they get home and we’ve had hail twice in a row. In addition to my urge to hit the road, you have Mrs. Nice who is upset about not being able to do much outdoors and seeing her hostas and other plants looking like Swiss cheese. Great combination, don’t you think? You’d believe that she understands me.

Since I am not giving up the right to find out myself whether I like it outdoors or not, I guess we will continue the game which has been documented in pictures of course.

Here I am checking out the weather from the lower levels.

Looking outside from my scratch pole. Yes, looks kind of wet outside.

Let me out guys!

Why does Mrs. Nice always leave her garden shoes here? The rug has been placed there because of me. Mrs. Nice says I bring the outdoors indoors on my tail and fur.

I wonder if I can open this?

Maybe I need to put my paw between the tilted window?

There has to be a spot somewhere here inbetween where I can slip outdoors without having to beg those two. I know they are watching me.

I give up. YOU RULE – but this time only.

Mr. and Mrs. Nice have been kind of busy and there wasn’t much time to get this week’s story online. You may have noticed my absence, but I was not at home. You will read more about this if you stick around.

I have also been a bit upset. They did not tell me that I would be alone in the “cat hotel” for two weeks. Now I know what it means when they get these things called suitcases from the attic. It means one or both will be leaving.

While they were away vacationing on some island where they’ve decided to get married while there by the way, I had to spend two miserable weeks in a cat hotel. What’s REALLY bad about this is that it was the place where they have adopted me. It scared me so bad having to go there, even though it was a separate house and room where only cats stayed whose owners where on vacation. You may have read that I don’t really care about other cats. My only enjoyment are the people I stay with. They are the ones spending time with me, cuddling and hugging me, feeding me. I missed them very much.

The two weeks passed by and I was so happy that they returned and had not forgotten about me. Like I have said before the two have gotten married. I thought they already were married, but no .. they’ve been “living in sin” for 10 years. Oh well, that is not unusual in Germany, but it definitely surprised me. Well, I don’t care either way, I am just so happy I have got my Mr. & Mrs. Nice again all to myself and don’t have to be away from them now.

The past 1 1/2 weeks I did not let them out of my sight. They’ve had to carry me around. At night I made sure I slept at the foot of the bed. Mrs. packed a suitcase once again and I was afraid I’d have to go to the “cat hotel” so soon again, but she had to go on a business trip over night and Mr. Nice stayed home. I’ll settle for that.

What’s new is that both of them leave every day now. In the past months Mrs. Nice has been home with me, but she has to go to something called “office” along with Mr. Nice. They come home every night and then it is “my” time. As long as they come home it is allright with me.

I get to go outdoors, but I don’t stay away for long and come back often to check if they are still at home. I’ve heard Mrs. Nice tell Mr. Nice that she believes that I have fears of being abandoned again by my “can openers”. She may be right. Too bad I cannot tell her in people talk what happened to me before they adopted me at the shelter.

Now you’re up-to-date again about Stella’s life! Keep coming back!

I cannot remember whether I have told you that Mrs. Nice didn’t really like for me to take my naps on her bed. At first the bed was completely off limits.

Then I started joining her in the morning when she would make the bed. She’d open the shades and I could sit on the window sill and look outside.

One day she left the bedroom door open and I laid down on the bedspread. She thought it was cute. The rule changed to: Stella may rest on the bed, but the spread must be on the bed.

Another rule was that I could not sleep in the bedroom at night. They put the door handles upright to keep me from opening the door and hung a scary balloon there which would pop when I jumped at it.

Then I would sleep in between the hallway and the bedroom before they came to go to bed. I must’ve looked so cute and they didn’t want to wake me, so they left their door open and put the blanket on the floor. Mrs. Nice softened and put my little basket into their room for me to sleep in with the condition that I would not come into their bed.

One night I thought I’d give it a try. Mrs. Nice went to bed and I jumped on the bottom part of the bed. Mr. Nice started laughing and they let me stay there under the condition that I stay at the end of the bed.

Can you see the progression? This is the way to do it .. be sneaky about it, be cute and they will let you do anything. That’s my story for week #9. Gotta go and check out the neighborhood! Have a nice weekend!

Not much happened during my 8th week at my new home. I have pretty much taken over the house. Training Mr. and Mrs. Nice is progressing well. During the week it rained a lot and I stayed indoors and enjoyed lots of hugs and peace & quiet. The weekend was sunny and I wanted to take the opportunity and be outside a lot.This is the chair Mrs. Nice likes to use outside a lot. I found it is a really nice place to relax and take it easy. I wonder if I could have it? Don’t think so …

Have I told you that I enjoy watching television. My servants think this is funny and of course, they’ve taken a picture of me.

My favorite spots when I can’t go outdoors are my scratching post and my basket. Since I have been living at my new home, I found that playing is lots of fun. Mr. Nice plays a lot with me when he gets home from work and I look forward to it every night. However, playing by myself is fun, too. They’ve bought these tiny balls I like to play with. Mrs. Nice says I look like someone playing soccer when I play with those. Ribbons are also fun to play with. Mrs. Nice got them in all different colors for me.

I hope you’ve enjoyed my little story, even though not much has happened. Next week’s story should be more exciting. I will tell you how I am working my way into the bedroom.