Aby-a-Day – January 26: Look through any window

We closed on our new apartment last week, and it’s being renovated now. We hope to move in sometime next month.



In the meantime, we have been taking the cats to visit what will be their new territory.



They’ve been having a lot of fun exploring the empty apartment! I’ve taken lots of photos to share of all of them investigating the new space.



I wanted to start with these, though…Jacoby and Angel sharing a window.


Such a nice, peaceful moment with no growling or hissing!


Angel even jumped up on the windowsill next to Jake without anything happening!


I hope this continues when the furniture comes in.

Aby-a-Day – January 25: “Vast” (Saturday Photo Hunt)

This week’s Photo Hunt subject is “Vast.” VAST is the Vermont Association of Snow Travelers.


Jacoby could be a member.

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!

Aby-a-Day – January 24: Stronger than Dirt (Friday Flashback)

One bittersweet thing about moving is that now we will be in an apartment in which Gun-Hee never lived.


So many things in our apartment now remind me of him.


Even ordinary things, like laundry.



He always had to do his best to help!


Now, most cats would try to sit in the dryer, but not our Gun-Hee…


Oh, no.


He was happy to sit in the washer as well.



At least, he was happy to stay in there until I threatened to turn on the water!



Then he was off to find some other chore to help with.


These photos were taken in April 2007, when Gun-Hee was only 7 months old…and two years before Jacoby was born.

Aby-a-Day – January 23: Who wants pancakes?!

I’d been wanting to get one for a while, so I finally broke down and ordered my very own Jacoby Pancake Pet from Tokipoki.


I got him just after Christmas and couldn’t wait to introduce Jake to his two-dimensional alter-ego.


The Pancake Jake is supposed to be lifesized, but I think it may actually be larger than Jake. Now I will have a lovely – and easy-to-pack – surrogate Jake to take along with me when I travel.


I think Jake was less than impressed, though.


“Really? Really!? Anyone can see I am much handsomer!”


Finally, though, Jake deigned to give his likeness a sniff…




“It was an accident, I swear!”


Luckily, Pancake Jake is made tough. He got a little dent, but he’s otherwise unscathed.

Abys are Everywhere – German felted bed model

I love it when Hauspanther has a post that features an Abyssinian model.

The beds are made by the German company PetInteriors, but never fear: they ship worldwide – and they also feature free shipping to the US and Canada!

And not only do they have an Aby modelling their cat products, but they also have Abyssinian customers. This is Fahari from Gera, Germany enjoying a wall-mounted Rondo basket bed.

Thanks again, Hauspanther!

Aby-a-Day – January 22: Wordless Wednesday (Anatomy of a roll)