in memory of our cat, bELLA -
Technically, I was Bella’s owner, but my friend, fellow artist, and farm handyman, Rodney Tate, was even more involved in this remarkable cat’s life. He loved her, and she obviously adored him. - Bella insisted on sleeping with me which I resisted at first, but then relented. When we’d get up in the morning, Bella would know that Rodney would be arriving soon, so she asked to go out. Then, she’d go down the driveway to our road and wait for Rodney. Soon, he’d drive up in his KIA Soul, stop at the end of the driveway, open the door, and Bella would climb in. It was only a few meters up to the barn, but Rodney always stopped for Bella. — In winter she really liked his heated seats.
