Stella is turning out to be one beautiful little kitty cat. She, unlike her adopted brother Nine, is quiet and demure. I rarely see her except when she is raiding the fountain at the top of the stairs for rocks, and then throwing them down to Nine at the bottom of the steps. Maybe, since she is only about 9 months old, she has not come into her major mischief stage yet, or maybe, she is so over shadowed by Nine’s crazy antics that she seems mild in comparison. I adore Stella! She is not a real cuddle cat yet, but I try to hold her a little every day in the hopes that she may find it enjoyable someday. I have noted that she likes certain people though. Last weekend when my sister visited, I noticed Stella sitting next to Aunt B and actually holding her arm with her paws (she never does that to me … but I do usually have 2 crazy dogs and at least 1 cat on me at all times… I wonder if that has anything to do with it?).