Tessa came to live with us in the most round-about way. She stowed her wee self into the battery compartment of Mike’s Tessla. We’ll never know how she got there, and it was a production getting her out, but after that ordeal, she was here to stay. We were not in the market for a third cat and certainly not a kitten, but as John Lennon said: “Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans.”
Tessa lounging in her kitty portal
Tessa turns three this May. She’s affectionate when it suits her in the most endearing way. Our sweet tortie climbs on your chest and looks into your eyes, before tucking in her chin and producing a raspy, satisfied purr. We adore her!
Tessa near the rock wall
Tessa spends her time prowling the compost bin for rats, chasing squirrels and play-fighting with Mouse the Cat, aka, Bubba. He’s more than twice her age and close to double her weight, but they go at it like a pair of kittens.
We call this “the look”
When Tessa first arrived, a steady stream of friends stopped by, intrigued by her unusual markings. Eventually, I created a Two-Faced Tessa The Cat Facebook Page and my son set up an account for her on Instagram as twofacedtessa. My son attends university several hundred miles away so the updates naturally dwindled, but the pics he posted in the early years are delightful.
Tessa in the fruit tree
I hope her sweet face cheers you as you go about your day.
Tessa on her own terms
Here is a gallery of some of our favorite pics:
Gardening Nirvana 