An Abby Normal Kind of Day

Abby: Today is a day for me only. Every cat needs a day like that, right? So here I am, as you can see I am going to tell you all about what's going on here. 

Some of you will be VERY interested in seeing what's happening in our back yard these days! It seems we have a new family living here. How many do you see? Should we GET them?

It's warm out. Being flat helps.

I am very interested in all my my Mum, Ms. C, has to do. I follow her everywhere, and she was sick the last few days with a sinus thing, but I had a fantastic time. She slept a lot, and I made sure I was right there, curled up in her armpit. I can get very small if I need to!

For some reason, Ms. C put this blanket on the floor, and I found it to be VERY stimulating. Maybe it had something to do with our catnip plant nearby, maybe not. I'm not telling!!

What have we done?

Stygia: What?


Abby: Yes, what?


What have we done to deserve this?

Between

Hi. It's Abby. You know, I am still scared of this new creature living in my house. It's always downstairs. However, Ms. C does not seem to be afraid of it. In fact, she was downstairs reading on the bed for a lot of the evening, and so I followed her. I searched all around the room and could not find that Other Cat.

Then I looked up! I often forget to do that. There she was, sitting comfortably on one of Ms. C's shirts. She was watching me. I am still not sure what to think, I might not be happy about this, but I feel very curious. Very.

Hello, it's me, Stygia. I'm still staying downstairs for now because it's safer here. I am still pretty depressed because I miss my family, my old Mom and Dad. The Lady Ms. C let me nap with her this afternoon -- she placed me on her belly, and I did not object. I stayed there, facing her, keeping her warm for a couple of hours. She patted me and brushed me, but I cannot yet bring myself to purr.

This evening, that Other Cat (her name is Abby) kept following Ms. C downstairs to my room. She did not see me for a long time because she does not look up very often, but she sniffs around and looks under everything. She is also not much of a jumper or climber, although I am.

When she saw me, she stretched up towards my position on the dresser. She hissed once, and Ms. C chided her so she stopped. After staring for a few minutes, she started rolling on the floor, showing me her belly, and making small trills. I must admit, I am confused by her conflicting messages!