The day that we got Stella, she was less than happy. She was angry, hiding, hissing, and was having nothing to do with us. By day three she was starting to come around. She was becoming less cautious, and a little more adventuresome. Things were definitely improving. Melissa's little cat Pinecone came into my room, and jumped on my bed. I said, "Pinecone, where is Stella? Go get Stella". Pinecone jumped off of my bed, left the room and ran downstairs. Not five minutes later, there was Stella, with Pinecone in tow. True story!
Next time...Stella and purse
That Stella is a cutie -- she has such unique markings on her face. And Pinecone! What a fun name -- is there a story behind it?
Posted by: Thimbleanna | July 02, 2007 at 07:57 AM