Noel has this thing for shucking on paper. When you go to take a tissue from the box, or a napkin from the table, you may find the edges twirled with spit, or chewed off all together. At holiday time, we have to hide the wrapping paper.
Peanut says that if Noel were a person, she would have the disorder called: Pica. That is the persistent eating of substances such as dirt or paint that have no nutritional value. Actually, that may describe most of my animals, but Noel is really into paper.
I know you don’t see many pictures of Stella on the blog any more because she is not in the general population, but Stella is still very much part of the Zoo. She lives in her own private suite and is much happier since we figured out what she needed. She does like when Sofie and Louise come to visit for a few minutes, but not the other cats.
To better understand Stella, check out Garbo in Grand Hotel (1932) – she “JUST WANTS TO BE ALONE!”
Happy Birthday, Miss Stella Bear. You are something special.
You would think that my animals never saw food before in their lives; 6 animals, 7 different foods, plus veggies twice a day (not including the snacks that I know V gives the cats). Everyone wants to be in THEIR SPOT or they don’t want to eat. Cats on the counter – dogs on the floor (or the dogs will gobble it all in a second). Nine likes privacy, so I hide him behind the cat food canister. I moved Mini Cooper recently next to Nine because she used to eat in front of the fish tank and was getting too distracted and never finished. Noel, of course, is in her window. Heckle and Jeckle Louise and Sofie chow down on the other side of the room in their puzzle slow bowls. Stella is in her private suite. I have to monitor or Noel and Sofie will gang up and eat everyone else’s food. I have learned that if I go do something in another room and don’t pay attention for more than a minute, there will be chewed bowls and even canisters on the floor very quickly.
Can you see the tape holding the lid of the canister together and the chew holes? Mommy left the room 🙂
What mischief did you get into today?
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This used to be a blog hop that I hopped from MYBrownNewfies but I don’t know who is leading anymore. Does anyone? I still like to get into mischief on Mondays!
I know Mom speaks Cat because she clearly understands what I say. Mostly I talk about food – wanting it now, wanting more, wanting a snack… Sometimes I want her to scratch my head or my back. Sometimes I tell her to pick me up and turn me upside down, like when I was a baby, but I also tell her that I hate when she does that, until she cuddles me really close and I close my eyes and remember. Yup! My human understands me. – Noel, the Christmas Cat (aka Queen of the DogDaz Zoo)
DogDaz Zoo 
