I Fought The Lawn

So I promised a post about Abby. As Tania and the kids are on their annual trip to see her mom in Kelowna [you couldn't force me at gunpoint to go out there when I've only got two weeks of vacation left until December] and it’s just me and the cat here at home, I guess now’s as good a time as ever.

Abby’s a sweet cat. She’s affectionate, but not annoyingly so, and she goes away after awhile and enjoys sitting on the top of the easy chair or sofa. She doesn’t need people all the time – just enough of the time – and she’s incredibly good with the kids. Hailey manhandles Abby constantly, and Abby just takes it, never complaining or lashing out. She generally avoids Liam [I can't imagine most cats think much of seven year old boys], and while she loves everybody, she’s definitely Hailey’s cat. She either sleeps with Hailey or on the end of our bed, depending on what she feels like doing that night.

What’s annoying about young Abagail is her overwhelming desire for food. She craves it, and seemingly all the time. In fact, I can hear that she’s just jumped off the kitchen counter upstairs as I write this; she knows if she gets caught up there she’s in big trouble. Anyhow, as soon as morning comes and she senses you’re waking up, she begins walking all over us and meowing loudly. My morning routine consists of going directly to the shower; Abby sits outside the door and meows until I’m done. Opening it doesn’t help the situation, so I keep it closed. She screams while I get dressed, she screams as I put my watch and ring on, she screams as I go down the stairs, and she screams as I feed her. She then gobbles it like she’s been starved all her life, and about once a week she pukes it up because she’s eaten it too fast.

If you’re home with her, she begs for food pretty much every hour on the hour. My last cat, Malechai, was waaaaay too fat, and that’s my fault. I refuse to make the same mistake twice, so the screaming continues. I haven;t decided what to do about it yet, but a mist-spray bottle full of water might be in order.

Our cat is demonic. But she’s a good cat.

- BC 

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