In full disclosure, I will admit now, rather than later, that I am a crazy cat lady; however, in my defense, she is a one of a kind, distinct personality, you forget she isn't human type of pet. Ask anyone who has met her, she is worthy of being name dropped into typical conversations.
My family was a cat family. My Mom wanted us to have a dog, but my Dad knew that parents end up taking on the brunt of chores and pet ownership responsibilities and, therefore, refused (one could argue he couldn't bear the heartbreak as getting a dog eventually leads to saying goodbye to a dog and the loss of Whiskers was just too much for him still). The compromise? Cats. Well, actually, the compromise was a cat. Singular. A friend of a friend found a brother and sister kitten duo trapped in a raccoon cage on his land. The man wanted to keep the male and let us take the female. We named her Tuna (awesome). Within a couple days of living with Tuna, we learned she was extremely unhappy about being separated from her brother. The man versus three doe-eyed children? We ended up with two cats. Bunkey and Tuna both lived to be just shy of 20. I missed them whenever I was at college and, for my senior year, decided that I wanted a cat of my own.
My parents agreed that I could take care of and financially support a cat after some convincing and accompanied me to the Vero Beach Humaine Society in Florida. I was set on a male, black and white tuxedo kitten who loved to cuddle. I walked out with a female grey speckled kitty with a black spot on her nose and killer green eyes. She had crawled into my lap and fell asleep at the shelter, what would you have done? Her given name of Belinda (really?) was changed to Stella and she was mine.
All in all, the point of this post is to introduce you to Stella. I just wanted everyone to have a frame of reference when she does something obnoxious requiring me to vent my annoyance in a future blog post.
Yesterday, Stella (nicknames: Button, Buttonbean, Stella Bean, Stella Pants, Stella Button Bean Pants, and Guzik the Polish word for Button) was my Valentine. And by Valentine, I mean she ate two of the thirty tulips my Mom sent me for Valentine's Day.
Who was your Valentine?
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