Abys are Everywhere: Even Rush Limbaugh’s house!

Say what you will about Rush Limbaugh (and I probably have)…there is one thing you have to give the man credit for: He lives with an Abyssinian cat named Punky.

During a random Google image search for something completely non-Aby related, I discovered this little story about what happened when Rush’s Aby needed to fast for 12 hours before a vet appointment:

A little story here. Everybody’s asking me here, “What are you so edgy about today?” I’m not edgy. I just didn’t get a whole lot of sleep last night. You know, we treat our little pets like our kids, especially if you don’t have kids you treat the little animals like your kids. And Punkin had to go to the vet today for a standard checkup, a urinalysis and a teeth cleaning and because you can’t make a cat pee on demand and you can’t get a cat to hold still while you brush its teeth, they have to anesthetize the cat at the vet’s office. That means, just like human beings, you cannot feed the cat for a period of 12 hours prior to the cat’s appointment at the doctor. So that meant I could not feed Punkin after eight o’clock. I made sure she had something to eat about 7:30 and then all the bowls, I emptied them out, left the bowls there empty, she has two places in the house where she eats. And by pattern, she came down to the library about 11:30 p.m., where I was feverishly working on comments after I’d watched all these speeches last night, and she starts rubbing against my legs, jumping up on my lap, starts head-butting me, and I know what that means. It means she wants to eat, and I looked at her, I said, “I’m sorry.”

I looked right into her eyes, “I’m sorry Punky, but I can’t feed you.” She doesn’t know what I’m saying, she’s a cat. So, I get upstairs, and as a habit, she leads me into her room, because I feed her right before I go to bed, it’s just become a habit. She leads me in, and I have to go in there anyway to get something. When I don’t feed her she just gets this perplexed look on the face, and I’m saying, “Sweetie, I can’t feed you. You have to go to the doctor tomorrow.” And of course she doesn’t know what I’m saying. I’m talking to an animal. She has these big almond eyes just looking at me like this doesn’t make sense to her. So I go get in bed about one o’clock, 1:30 a.m., and in five minutes the cat jumps on the bed. She never sleeps with me. I mean, maybe once that blue moon. She got underneath the covers! She started biting my toes. She started licking. She’s furrowing around under there like a ferret. I ignore her, trying to go to sleep. “Big day tomorrow on the EIB Network,” I’m saying to myself. I said, “Punky, I’m sorry, I can’t feed you.” She finally moves out from underneath the covers and gets on the pillow and starts head-butting me, and I just ignore her and all I want to do is feed this little cat because she hasn’t eaten in a while, can’t do it because she gotta go to the doctor.

Finally I fall asleep, and at 4:30 a.m. or five here come the head-butts again. She’s not mad. She wants to eat. She doesn’t understand why I’m ignoring her. We create little habits in our animals, and this was a big break in the routine and the habit; there was no food! This only happens twice a year for these checkups; the animal can’t get used to it. So finally at 7:30 a.m. I got up, and this little cat bounded out of the bed and just ran as happily and joyously to our little room where I feed her, leading me all the way and I just watched her go, she turned around and stopped seeing I didn’t follow her, and she just had the saddest look. And then she’d take a couple steps and turn around and see if I was following. I said, “Punky, I’m sorry, I can’t feed you.” I say to myself, again, I’m talking to a cat. So I finally just went into my bathroom and did something else I never do, and that’s shut the door. I have two doors into the bathroom-closet complex, and I closed the outer door so she couldn’t get in there and make me feel even guiltier, because what I’m doing is for her own safety and so forth.

One of the members of the staff was going to come up and get her at eight o’clock and put her in a little cat cage and take her to the vet. I got outta the shower and the cat was gone. It was just tough. She was so happy this morning, “Oh, finally I’m going to get to eat,” and she didn’t get to eat, trying to lead me in there, taking two steps, looking back at me. Heartbreaking stuff. This has been a tough day.

While I don’t really like how he keeps calling her “an animal,” I love the way he describes trying to sleep when an Aby wants you awake.

Sadly, Punkin died at age 16 of acute renal failure last August. The sadness Rush felt at her passing is obvious. And, like any Aby person, after a suitable mourning period, he got another Aby kitten, named Allie, who is every bit an Abyssinian from Rush’s description.

Like I said, I’m probably the last person who’d ever be a fan of Rush Limbaugh…but I can’t deny the man has good taste in cats!

6 thoughts on “Abys are Everywhere: Even Rush Limbaugh’s house!

  1. I’ve noticed that love of cats goes across all religious and political groups. As much as people try to stereotype cat lovers, it really can’t and shouldn’t be done.


  2. Of course it would be easier for him to have a good relationship with a cat than with another human..the cat can’t voice her opinions to him..as long as he shows her love and affection as takes care of her needs..she will give the same back to him..So he has someone that doesn’t disagree with him or judge him..Anyone of us “cat people” know that it is much easier to deal with cats than to deal with most humans..lol..beautiful kitten Allie..


  3. Oh No! If I were religious, I’d say a prayer. On second thought, I’ll pray for the little angel, anyway! Maybe, Punkin’s magic will melt the heart.


  4. So adorable, she looks so much like my Abby’s, we have 2. Roxy is 12 years old and Levi is 10, unfortunately Levi (our favorite little boy) has Diabetes. Hopefully we can control it, but it will be challenging. I love hearing the stories and viewing the pictures. Enjoy:)


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