Urgent Alert! There is a Cat in the House! – Conversations with Stella

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. This is an urgent alert! Ring the alarm bells! All eyes open! There is a cat in the house!

Me:        Of course, there is a cat in the house. Our cat, Moon, is in the house.

Stella:    No, this is a different cat! Everybody, be on the lookout!

Me:        Stella, I guarantee that there is no strange cat in the house. I took Moon to the vet. She’s a little tired, that’s all.

Stella:    Nope, Moon never leaves the house.

Me:        She does when she goes to the vet.

Stella:    And Moon prisses around all over, flaunting her cattiness in our faces. This strange cat seems sweet and quiet. Not like a scratcher at all.

Me:        She got a vaccination. She doesn’t like her cat carrier or riding in the car. She complained to me the whole way there and the whole way back.


Stella:    That shows how dumb cats are. Who in their right mind doesn’t like riding in a car? That doesn’t sound like our Moon. She is too smart to disdain a car ride.

Me:        Let her have a good nap and she will be back to her usual self.

Stella:    There she is! Charge! Ouch! Hey, it is Moon!

Me:        I guess she didn’t need that nap after all.





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2 thoughts on “Urgent Alert! There is a Cat in the House! – Conversations with Stella

    1. She shows a great deal of restraint when dealing with Stella. Stella just doesn’t get how bad it could be if Moon cut loose on her. But I think Moon is a rational pacifist. She successfully defends herself from attack and then withdraws into one of her strong towers of refuge. Good thing bulldogs aren’t greyhounds. I’ve always been more concerned for Stella’s outcome in these “battles”. In 2 and a half years, Stella has only cornered Moon about 3 times and each time Moon’s merciful and restrained lightning quick prick on the muzzle has done the trick. Stella jumps back, surprised, stomps around, and retreats. Moon retreats to one of her high places and wonders how and why these things called “bulldogs” entered her life.

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