Stoffle is something else... First, it's another one of my mother's genius ideas: it stands for Christophle who was her
first love when she was 6 in her little village in the middle of the jungle in Africa. No, he was not a baboon, OK?
So, what about Stoffle? Oh yes! This one is a true lady: you have to beg her and seduce her before she lets
you even look at her. But when she does, she is so soft that is is a pleasure to make her purr...
She never comes around when there are strangers in the house, a true lady, I tell you.
Oh and I forgot to tell you that she is a just a few months younger than Pooch, and that she comes from the same place.
And my Dad tells us that when she arrived home, she was so tiny that Pooch thought he got himself a sandwich on wheels.
Fortunately for Stoffle, she was small enough to fit under the couch, and Pooch, who was already on his way to become fat,
could only feel sorry for himself.
