Abby was standing at our breakfast nook table, unpacking two white bags from Jacks. They were filled to the top with wonderfully smelling goodies.
Stella was already sitting…and patiently waiting…at her special eating spot on the table.
There was a squirrel racing along the railing of our back porch but right now Stella could care less. Food was too near her little nose and mouth.
When not eating, Stella would sit nearer the back of the table so she could look out at the squirrels running around the three oak trees that my dad had planted the first year he and my mom had bought the house.
She even has a little cat-bed there…in case she needs a little nap…between meals.
It was kind of cute the way Stella’s tongue would hang out when she was about to eat something really special…like breakfast…or lunch…or dinner…or whenever.
“I just love you so much Abby,” Stella moaned.
“Honestly, Charlie, that cat seems almost human at times when you talk for her. I could swear she was actually saying something with those meows of hers.” Abby said.
“I know…right?” It was odd. For the past three or four months Stella had started to “meow” whenever I would ‘talk’ for her.
It was kind of eerie…which is why I did it so much whenever Abby was around…it was fun to wind her up a little…
I looked over at the almost drooling Stella. I made an attempt to push her little black tongue back into her mouth. I wonder how rare it is to have a black cat with a black tongue…and a black nose.
“Yeah. She’s really something…that’s for sure, ” I said. Then I put a caramel roll on my plate and a tiny, little piece on Stella’s plate.
Yes. Yes. Yes. My cat has her own plate and she sits on the table in her own spot. It just happened to start out that way when she was a kitten.
Back then it was just me and Stella and I never had the heart to move her down to her regular dishes on the floor. Plus…it was much easier to have conversations with her if she was close at hand…
Abby sat down across from me…put a larger piece of roll on the now empty plate in front of Stella…which drew another small, seemingly delighted moan from her.
“So,” said Abby, anything catch your fancy last night?” She pointed to the notebook I had tossed on the table.
“It was an interesting night, that’s for sure.” I said thoughtfully.
“I think that I was part of the ‘interesting bit’ towards the end…”
“Well…let the adventure begin.” said Abby and she took a huge bite out of her eclair.