Kategorie: cat

One more tooth to go

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Ein Hund denkt: Sie füttern mich, sie sorgen für mich, sie streicheln
mich: Das muessen Goetter sein.

Eine Katze denkt: Sie füttern mich, sie sorgen für mich, sie
streicheln mich: Ich muss ein Gott sein.

A dog thinks: They feed me, they care for me, they pet me. They must be gods.
A cat thinks: They feed me, they care for me, they pet me. I must be a god. 🙂
I had another bad week. The first two days went well and then I had trouble chewing again. Mr. Nice made an appointment with the veterinarian on Thursday and dropped me off at 11 in the morning. Around 5 pm he picked me up again. My teeth were cleaned and another tooth had to be pulled. After a drowsy day and slow night (without any food) I am luckily back to my old self as you can see in the pictures above which were taken today by Mrs. Nice.
I am looking forward to a great week with my favorite two people. They are both off from work all week. How’s that for a week of being spoiled, cuddled and being able to go outdoors anytime I like?
Have a great week!
Stella-The-Cat

Stella is well again

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After taking my antibiotics all week I am feeling much better. Food tastes great again, even though I will not touch my old cat food. When I smell it I am reminded of the pain I had last week. Mrs. Nice said I need to have my teeth cleaned, but she will wait until she off work since I have to have anesthesia.

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Mrs. Nice was gone on a business trip all week. I was so happy when she returned on Friday. Saturday she spent all day in the garden and I was right along with her. Today was especially nice and she really worked hard. Of course I assisted her and observed the garden to ensure no other cat – especially Tom – would walk through the flower beds. (That’s my job!) 🙂

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I took a nap in between and when I woke up she was still out there working. Mr. Nice helped her with the finishing touches and then she came in.

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I have to say this was a Sunday just the way I like it and I’m looking forward to spring and summer.
Have a nice week!
Stella-The-Cat

Poor Stella

Mrs. Nice was gone this week from Monday through Wednesday. Monday I started not eating well. Mr. Nice thought that I may be missing Mrs. Nice. Thursday they noticed that I wanted to eat but apparently couldn’t. Both of them were getting really worried. Mrs. Nice pureed my food and I licked my bowl clean. It really felt great to have a full stomach.

Today though they decided to take me to the vet after work. I knew it would be a trip to the vet when Mr. Nice brought the carrier upstairs from the basement. When we got there, the vet took one look into my mouth and saw that one of my teeth was broken. He also said that the rest of my teeth were not in the best shape and I needed a cleaning once I was well again.

Mr. Nice was holding me during the visit. The vet opened my mouth and scared me half to death when he pulled my broken tooth. I really tried to scratch and bite him, but I couldn’t get him. Then he gave me a shot with something he called antibiotics. He even gave more medication to Mr. and Mrs. Nice to give me at home for the coming week.

I was in my carrier so fast when it was time to get out of the vet’s office, you would not believe it.

Since I am home I drank a little of my milk that Mr. Nice picked up at the store for me, but I still can’t eat. My mouth still hurts. The vet said I should feel better tomorrow. Let’s hope so, because right now I only want to sleep on the couch.

Stella is sick

Week #9 – Sneaking my way into the bedroom

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!

Week #8 – Being a lazy cat

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. 🙂

Week #7 – A cat’s worst nightmare

This week was pretty much uneventful for me. I have had to stay indoors a lot due to the weather. I tried to behave to make up for the behavior from week #6, so Mr. & Mrs. Nice would not be upset anymore.

Today – Sunday – was the day any cat in a new home fears. A dog arrived. Not just any dog, a HUGE dog! Have a look. Didn’t I have a reason to worry?
His name is Brian, a Weimaraner hunting dog. You tell me – why does he have to come to my house? I live here now.

At first I was scared, so Mr. Nice picked me up.

This must’ve been punishment for everything I have done last week. Mrs. Nice seemed to know the dog very well. She even touched the dog and the dog LIKED her, too. Hey, dog, that’s my Mrs. Nice, not yours. I knew the lady because she came to visit when I first arrived here. Who would think that a nice lady like this would have a HUGE dog like Brian? The question should really be – why??? I thought she liked cats.

You better believe it that I stayed very close and nearby to watch every step they did. I do that anyhow when someone comes into my garden or talks to Mr. & Mrs. Nice. You do understand that, don’t know? What kind of cat would I be if I wasn’t keeping track of the visitors to our house and garden.
This dog had the nerves to want to play with me. Now why in the world does a dog want to play with a cat? I was NOT interested at all. As a matter of fact, I found a spot between the pots and figured he’d leave me alone. But you know dogs – they have tunnel vision. He was not giving up on that idea.
Here I am hiding next to the blue pot and the little table and HE kept looking for me. (Click on the picture and you’ll get a better glimpse of me. Can’t miss the dog, I reckon.)

Ok.. well I let him have a look at me, but he better watch out for Stella-The-Cat. I hissed at him to let him know that I did NOT like him and did NOT want to be bothered at all.

Then the lady wanted to have a walk through my garden to look at all the flowers Mrs. Nice planted for me to enjoy. I walked right behind them. When the dog saw me, he charged at me and I took of running to the front of the house. Mrs. Nice told me later he wanted to play. I simply don’t care. I do not like dogs.

I was so relieved when they decided to leave. Of course, I made sure to follow them to the front of the house and to see the dog getting into the car.

After they were gone I walked right back into my house and rolled all over the floor everywhere this dog has been laying down to get rid of his scent.

I made sure Mr. & Mrs. Nice KNEW that I did not like it and I gave them some of „my medicine“ which is a „cold shoulder“. They hate it when I ignore them.

That was my Sunday story for this week and I hope this does NOT happen again.

Week #6 – Time to confess


It is soooo difficult to admit when you are wrong, but there is no way around it. I just cannot see Mrs. Nice upset and Mr. Nice getting stricter.

Ok… here we go. I confess:

  • During week #6 I was not the perfect cat you expect me to be.
  • I stayed out longer than you like.
  • I irritated you daily in the evening when you thought I was past the point of bugging you to let me out of the house.
  • I slipped into the neighbor’s basement and visited their house. Mrs. Nice said -when she heard this- I better be careful because their cat Paganina will fight me when she catches me in her territory. Talk about someone being upset!!!
  • I got caught in our neighbor’s son’s bed and thrown out of the house. I have overheard my can openers telling the neighbors to be really mean and throw me out of the house when they catch me again AND to make it very uncomfortable for me. I have noticed already that they are letting down the shades now. As you can imagine, Mrs. Nice was REALLY not happy anymore. Mr. Nice just had his usual grin like nothing could surprise him.
  • I have been making a more permanent bed in the next door neighbor’s guest room. They could tell where I have been laying down resting. That REALLY brought the pot to a boil. Now I have to be careful around the Mrs.

Mr. and Mrs. Nice seem to have informants everywhere. I really need to slow down because I wouldn’t want to push my luck.

Look at me – who could resist. Pure innocence! I am sleeping. I decided on my own it is better to be indoors when it is raining.

Happy now?? So I am not perfect. I am a cat. Stella-The-Cat

Week 4 and 5 – Stella on Tour

These past two weeks have been incredibly busy. I was out and about checking out our neighborhood on my own. It was GREAT! Of course, I made sure to come back so Mrs. Nice would not worry too much.

Mr. and Mrs. have taken off some of the „things“ around my neck that you saw in the previous post so I would not get caught in shrubs. The bell was taken off first and the registration tag. However, they decided to leave my little tube with the address inside on my collar.

First time with no leash

Here I am running out the door.

Leaving the terrace

In the backyard – no leash!

Checking out the neighbors. I decided to walk with Mr. & Mrs. Nice. It was a little scary.

The very first time around the block they walked with me and I was glad they did. We have people running loud saws and I didn’t want to walk any further. Mr. Nice carried me past the saws. Then we have a big black dog that hates cats. He barked so loud and Mr. Nice picked me up again. Our neighbors right behind us have a male cat. When he saw MY Mrs. Nice and she talked to him he climbed across the fence to talk back at her. When he saw me he sat right across from me and looked at me straight into my eyes. Then he made noises which really scared me. He looked really handsome, though. Mr. Nice carried me the rest of the way, so I would not have to be scared anymore.

I decided to try by myself again the next day. It was enough excitement for one day.

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My first excursions all by myself took a little longer and on the very first day Mrs. Nice painted the hallway so she had a way to pass time she said while I was running around. It took exactly 3.5 hrs for me to come home. She must’ve set the stop watch. Now I know how her sons feel when they stay out too long.

I think she tricks me into coming home. There is just enough food in the bowl now that I have to keep coming home to eat. What do you think?

At night I am not allowed to go outdoors at all. When I scratch on the windows they fuss with me. They really don’t like that. I run upstairs then and sleep. Then they can fuss all they want, but I don’t hear them.

Have I told you that I’ve got a new favorite place – the bathroom mat? Hey, if they all sleep on the first floor, why should I sleep in the living room? It is another one of my perfect arrangements to keep „things“ in this household under control. When they get up I can watch what they are doing. When Mr. Nice gets up, I make sure he does not forget to feed and brush me. When the Mrs. makes the beds I am right there sitting by the bedroom window. Then we go downstairs, she fixes my food, puts my collar on and I am allowed to leave. When they take my collar off, I have to stay indoors. That’s easy to understand, isn’t it? They have all kind of smart ideas, but they are starting to make sense.

Week 5 I had to be alone in the house for a few days during the day because Mrs. Nice was in the hospital. I watched her pack her suitcase wondering what was happening and could tell she was sad and I didn’t leave her alone much on this day. Now she’s come back home and I am happy I’ve got all my family together again. I can come and go as I please during the day and don’t have to wait for Mr. Nice until the evening.

Here’s another nice picture of me. Mrs. Nice says, I am the perfect garden decoration, don’t you agree?

I know how to walk on the fence now. Check me out! Here is a collection of snapshots. Click to enlarge the image.


More next time. I hope you enjoyed my little summary.

I am getting ready …..

…. to hit the road, Jack, but I am coming back.

Look at what Mrs. Nice got for me! A red collar. My registration number** is attached to it and an annoying bell. Right now I am wondering how I am supposed to catch any birds with a bell around my neck. We’ll see if I will keep wearing it.

When Mr. Nice comes home I get to go out by myself – BY MYSELF!!

What do think of me wearing a red shiny safety collar? Be honest. I posed especially nice
** I have a chip implanted behind my ear. If I get lost or hurt, the chip can be read. Mrs. & Mrs. Nice registered me with TASSO. They do all kinds of stuff for animals.

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.