Yes that's the ceiling. She likes to be up on top of the armoire. That means I have to lift her up there and later after she's napped in the CatNip fabric, I get her down. She purrs so loud I can hear her over the radio while I'm working!
I'll have my people call your people when I'm ready to get down. BTW: This is 'My People'
My People "WELL? You heard the Lady... Off you pop!"
Since this is Ms. Stella's Birth week and we don't know which day; we'll be bringing you daily photos of HRH herself all week long.
She is 19 this year bless her flinty, feisty formerly feral little treat filled heart!
I just can't express how much I adore this cantankerous old gal. She's gotten a tad weird in her age
to whit: She will follow me all over the house meowing and churring up a storm. The minute I pick her up (if she let's me) she purrs like a mad thing. She's so light it's like holding a bird, only furry.
This is my footiestool, naturally she stakes it out pretty early in the evening.
I'm certain she does that just so I can't put my feet up.
It's a glider rocker and the footstool glides also.
When I want to be antagonistic I will put my foot on the bottom rung and ever so slightly rock her.