Monday, August 1


I got Stefano 7 years ago, when he was just a kitten, from the Montgomery County Humane Society in Montgomery County, Virginia. We were visiting my aunt Sharon, and had spent Thanksgiving with her. My aunt Susan (who I was living with at the time) took me to show me how hard it would be to walk away from the kittens. He reached out of the cage as I was leaving, and grabbed my sweater. So I took him home. An 8-hour drive. He met the dog when we got home (a chocolate lab/border collie mix), and climbed up my face to stand on top of my head to hiss at her.

He's the man of the house, and puts the dog in her place. Even though she's slightly larger, he still knows how to deal with her puppy-isms.

1 comment:

Felicia said...

Yes, Stefano, I will obey. I will get you some cream and fresh sushi right now. I know, I know, no sushi place is open in the middle of the night, so I will be forced to wake up a sushi chef.

Worry not, I will do your bidding. You eyes are telling me if I fail at my mission, my life of knitting will cease as I know it. I will not fail, I will not fail, I will not fail, I will not fail, I will not fail. . .must get sushi, must get sushi, must get sushi, must get sushi,

Oh, you also want some catnip? And, a massage? And $100? But, you don't have pockets to put the cash in??? Oh, you'll worry about that detail later on. . . .