“What is an Abyssinian?”

What is an Abyssinian?

I found this during a random Google search, and it cracked me up. What hit closest to home was this list of ways your life changes once an Aby joins your family:

  1. You will never again sleep past 4:00 a.m. Like a wolf, an Aby feels that predawn is the hour to hunt (but then he also hunts on and off all day). The problem is that he needs you to help him find his prey. At first he may just stand over your head and stare at you, but soon he’ll develop a heavy purr. Only the extremely naive will suppose that the purr expresses devotion. If you have not responded within a reasonable time, he may begin to nibble at your nose or toes. Occasionally he’ll burrow into your hair and try to get some of it between his teeth. Within thirty minutes you will be in the kitchen, can opener poised.
  2. You’ll never eat alone. Even if you are eating food the cat doesn’t like (in my experience, only grapefruit), he will develop a taste for it. He will steal anything in the pot or on the plate — from croissant to steak or corn on the cob — and drag it to whatever place he considers his lair. You will never be able to sit through a meal when an Aby is nearby. Fortunately, they don’t mind being removed to another room. Unfortunately, this action never inspires reform.
  3. You will have to sneak in and out of your home like a criminal. This is to prevent your Aby from running away. When I open my front door to greet visitors, I clutch my Aby in my arms. No doubt my visitors now talk behind my back about my neurotic attachment. It’s actually self-defense. To my shame, my Aby has been known to flee into strangers’ apartments and hide under their beds. He has rushed into the elevator and descended alone to the lobby. On one horrible night, without my knowing it, he slid through a partially open window to the fire escape where he sat overnight one flight above his real home. I hope he missed me.

Oh, so very, very true…

I totally believe that, of all cat breeds, it would be an Abyssinian who got stuck inside a turkey

Bird: The turkey cat who started a new Thanksgiving tradition

“Busy.” Is that what the kids are calling it these days?

The one word that keeps coming up when you start reading about Abyssinans and their personalities is “Busy.”

“Busy.” Yeah, okay, if by “busy” you mean, “freakishly unable to rest until everthing that can be moved has been,” then yes, I can totally agree with that.

Of course, this is coming from someone who was woken up several times last night, the last time to see a very small ticked brown cat attacking a very large garbage bag full of clothes bound for Goodwill…

No matter how large the target, Gun-Hee is ready and willing (if not always able) to attack it full-on.

I come from the world of Siamese…Siamese are a walk in the park compared to Abys.

Gun-Hee up a (very short, carpeted) tree

In the condo, we only have a very short cat tree with only the most basic scratching and lounging accomodations (unlike the floor-to-ceiling tree we have in Somerville). Gun-Hee has this very raggedy pagoda that we would put on the top of the cat tree’s shelf…

Which is one of his favourite places to nap.

More of Gun-Hee in his pagoda

Strange bedfellows

Patrick and Gun-Hee have very little in common…except for the fact that they were both born in the Year of the Dog, 12 years apart. They almost never cuddle together, unless Patrick is on the heater bed and Gun-Hee wants it all for himself. So it was rather charming to find this scene when I woke up yesterday morning…

Walking home with mom

After going to work with me, Gun-Hee walked home with me, too…

And when we get home, he rides the elevator just like any other working stiff.

More photos of Gun-Hee at work…

Here are the rest of the photos of Gun-Hee visiting my office last Thursday…


I love this one…He’s not really looking at anything,
but it looks like he sees something fascinating.


I think it’s cute, him sitting at my desk.


Here he is visiting my co-worker Julia.


I love this chair – it’s the only one we have like it. It looks good on Gun-Hee.


In the conference room…


…and at John’s desk, pretending to be the boss.