Some of you may remember the magic sweater that Stella received for Christmas last year. It was truly an amazing phenomenon! Everytime my girl put that sweater on Stella, she froze in place and wouldn't move.
This year Santa heard my request for something Stella-sized that would work in much the same way as the magic sweater. One of his secret minion from the North sent us a VERY merry package of loot, inside of which was a fantastically paralyzing winter coat for Stella. It looks like a wetsuit, but has fleece inside. As soon as my girl put it on her, she froze in place.
The undercarriage of the coat has gorgeous white hibiscus flowers on a red background.
The back of the coat sports a skull and crossbones, with a kicky little hibiscus flower perched jauntily on it's head. It's kind of kick-ass-cute.
The reason you are seeing so many photos of this AMAZING coat is because Stella was immobilized for the entire time she was wearing it.
Who says there's no Santa Paws?!
To illustrate the powers of this coat, look at the next two photos. This first photo is of Stella when she left in the car with our hoogirl to go visit our buddy Hercules.
This is Stella over 30 minutes later when they arrived at Herc's house. My girl said she looked back once during the trip and saw Stella leaning her forehead against the back of the seat, but other than that, no movement!
Even if there had been no other loot in that package I would have been one happy goober. But WAIT! There was more. I let Stella investigate first. (Actually, our girl had me go outside to burn off some energy while Stella got the first crack at our other gifts.)
After a thorough inspection of the contents of the box...
Stella proved she has impeccable taste by pulling out the peg-legged pirate chicken!
My girl tried to get Stella to play fetch with him, but as soon as she got him in her jaws...
She drug him over to her condo,
and proceeded to take him hostage!
If not for the long arm of our girl, he would never have been heard from again!
Once I arrived on the scene and heard that fabulous squawking I was mesmerized. Just look at his chest hair.
I was so entranced that I confess I went a little Elvis on him as I went in for my first taste!
I checked him from head...
foot. Strange, though. He didn't taste like chicken.
No matter. He honks and squawks FABulously. It is just at the right frequency to provide maximum annoyance to my catbro, Merv.
Meanwhile, Stella had a standoff with the moose we found in the package.
Once our girl extricated her from the magic coat, she proceeded to take that moose to the sundeck on the roof of her condo. As you can imagine, he is no longer with us, but he sacrificed himself so that other squeakies may live.
You might be asking yourself just WHO IS Santa's secret minion who sent such a luscious load of fab prezzies? It was none other than Stella's diva mentor, that maven of fashion, and Joe Stain's main squeeze... Sophie La Brador!!
Sophie!!! You have made my YEAR with that magic coat! We LOVE YOU and are STINKIN' thankful you are our dear goober bud!! Thanks for thinking of us this Christmas, and for being so tight with the big fat guy!
Stanley & Stella