A Furry Visitor


Yesterday we all rolled out of the house in our usual morning routine. But this morning we were not greeted with the quiet hush that blankets all of our early mornings. This morning as we stepped out the door we heard the pitful sound of a kitty stuck in a trap. A kitty who very much wanted out.

She was not harmed at all. We set the traps to deter raccoons and possoms and anything else that sees fit to rifle through the garden or our trash cans.

I didn’t have time to let her out just then. When I got home, I opened the cage and expected her to run for her life. But she didn’t. And she looked so piteous that I fed her some cat food.

And now apparently she is set to stick around forever.

My husband is slightly appalled at me for feeding it. But he knows I can’t help it. I felt sorry for the poor thing.


Not entirely sure who she belongs to but there are a lot of feral cats in our neighborhood. Their owners don’t seem to care about them very much…to my great dismay. Why have a pet if you won’t love it and care for it?

So I’m just enjoying having her around. She’s not allowed in of course. Stella wouldn’t have it. She hissed like crazy when I opened the door a crack.

Growing up we had a big black tomcat that was “our” cat. We called him Midnight and this cat kinda reminds me of him. Very friendly but a bit nervous. I’ll have to find out which neighbor is her owner and what her name is. I’ll keep you updated!



Hall Thunderer


Apologies for the late post today, dear readers! It has been one crazy week. My son had his first week of preschool and I’ve been canning and freezing a. Ton. Of. Stuff.

Last night I got to thinking about Stella in preparation for today’s post. I’m always calling her Sweet Stella…Brave Stella. And she is a good kitty. But I wanted to share a few of her quirky habits. Some of the things she does drive me crazy. But they just mean that a) she’s a cat and b) she is unique.

The first name for Stella that came to mind was “Hall Thunderer”. She loves running full speed through the hall in the dead of night.

And then that name reminded me of a scene from The Hobbit, which I am currently reading. I’m a huge Tolkien fan ๐Ÿ˜Š

“…I come from under the hill, and under the hills and over the hills my paths lead. And through the air. I am him who walks unseen.”

“So I can well believe,” said Smaug, “but that is hardly your usual name.”

“I am the clue-finder, the web-cutter, the stinging fly. I was chosen for the lucky number…I am the friend of bears and the guest of eagles. I am Ringwinner and Luckwearer; and I am Barrel-rider,” went on Bilbo beginning to be pleased with his riddling.”

-from The Hobbit, Chapter 12, by J.R.R. Tolkien

I was inspired to continue finding interesting names for Stella, based on her habits. Here is what I came up with:

O Stella

I call you

Fly Eater,

Grape Stealer,

Mouse Snatcher,


Sock Chaser,

Hand Biter,

Stink Maker,

Window Watcher,

Sleeping Tiger,

Night Yowler,

The One Who Is Always Hungry,

Stealth Shadow,

Fish Stalker,

And of course Hall Thunderer.

My sweet, unique and sometimes annoying Stella.



Stella the Mouser


Look at that fierce beast. I love the mix of emotion going on here. There’s annoyance and a bit of anger but you can tell she still loves me ๐Ÿ™‚

Stella proved to be an adept hunter this spring. She caught and killed 2 mice in just a few days.

Mouse #2. He was laid to rest in the garden.

I’m a bit embarrassed to admit we had mice. Stella, on the other hand couldn’t have been happier with the situation. She watched the furnace vent in the kitchen for hours until the moment arrived…to pounce!

I missed her catching the first one but found her beside it in J’s room one morning. The second one I saw her catch and watched her play with it. It was very entertaining to watch. Wish I would have recorded it.

We haven’t had any trouble with mice since. Perhaps word has gotten around about our furry and feirce huntress. Thanks Stella!



Caturday & Stella’s Story


Happy Caturday! I realize I haven’t properly introduced the 5th member of our family. This is our cat Stella. Really she’s my cat but we all love her. Even my husband who says he dislikes cats.

We adopted Stella 3/11/2015 from a local pet store. She was transferred there from the animal shelter. Stella was labeled as a domestic short hair mixed breed and 3 years old. That makes her 5 years old today.

My husband says he doesn’t like cats. But he loves me. And I love cats. Thus Stella. She adds joy to my life. She is a sweet companion and so understanding and patient with the kids.

I knew she was the cat for us when she stuck her little paw out of her cage and batted playfully at my son. J giggled and I fell in love with this sweet little ball of fur. Our Stella.