My cat is a border collie cat. Abandoned, she and her brother are mostly scaredy cats because they spent their first few weeks dodging owls. We adopted them, and Stella, the black and white one seemed to “imprint” on our white lab, who adopted Stella as her kid. They played and wrestled and slept together.
Sadly, we’ve lost both brother Abby and our lab, Pooka. So Stella is alone as a pet.
And she’s become a border collie cat now that she no longer has her two buds, Abby and Pooka.
We live in a small house, a cottage some would say. And our living room also includes our desks.
Cats can sleep up to sixteen hours a day and can sleep in most any position as well as remain alert at the same time. Also an amazing creature.
But, like I said, my cat is a border collie cat.
When she awakens from one of her cat naps, and she notices that no one else is on the couch, she promptly finds either my husband or myself. We’re usually working at our desks.
Stella nudges herself between my feet and stares up at me. Noticing her big green eyes glowing in the dark under the desk, I smile at her, and reach down to give her a scratch on top of her head. She then pops her head up between my knees and meows.
If I don’t notice her, she’ll sit up and place her paw on my knees and meow.
If only she had trained with a border collie, who herds in silence. No. Stella is the noisiest cat we’ve ever had. Stella meows until I stand up, whereupon she leads me over to the couch where I must sit so she can curl up on my lap and purr loudly to keep me there.
Stella is a border collie cat, and unfortunately, I enjoy the break.
Stella Cat by Sheri