Aby-a-Day – February 26: Keep out of the reach of felines (Cartoon Tuesday)

This is based on a few things…mainly the fact that certain feminine hygiene products have a body and tail and are remarkably mouse-like. There was also a cat cartoon I saw years ago that was somewhat more graphic than my version (but then it involved Siamese, too); unfortunately I have no idea where I saw it and I can’t find it again or I would link to it. And then there was this incident…So yeah. It happens. Google it.


I really love how proud Jacoby is of himself in this cartoon. You know he was the instigator. Although I do apologise to anyone who doesn’t like cartoons resorting to bathroom humour.

(Click cartoon to embiggen, or you can view all cartoons in Slideshow mode on Flickr.)

Aby-a-Day – May 23: Wordless Wednesday (Stop thief!)








Aby-a-Day – May 26: Yeah, Jake, whatever…good luck with that.

Being an Abyssinian, Angel, of course, had to see what Jacoby was up to in the kitchen.


“Hey, what are you doing?”


“That’s it?! THAT’S what all the fuss is about?”


“Dude, seriously, I have better things to do with my time.”

Aby-a-Day – May 25: Wordless Wednesday (It works for seagulls!)


Aby-a-Day – May 24: The cat’s in the (treat) bag

I came home from work one evening to my husband showing me what happened when he inadvertantly left the treat cupboard in the kitchen open.


See those tooth marks? Someone knows where the treats are hidden, and wasted no time in liberating them once the coast was clear.


As if there was any question who the freedom fighter was…

…As soon as we started talking about the purloined treats, Jacoby came running back into the kitchen to demonstrate his achievement.


“See? First, I bit it like this…”


“…and then, I shook it, like this!”

They played me!!

I woke up this morning before my husband, without the usual weekend assistance of Jacoby biting my head. When I got up, all the kitties escorted me to the kitchen to show me their empty bowls. Since I was the first one awake, I obligingly gave them their daily ration of crunchies, which they tucked into.

When my husband got up a short while later, he checked their bowls and commented, “Wow, there’s still a lot of food left.”

“Oh, yeah, I gave them their dry food already,” I explained, believing he thought it had been there since yesterday.

“You what!?” He said. “But I fed them already this morning!”

“You did? When? Their bowls were empty when I got up…” I was starting to smell a bay rum-scented rat.

“6am! They woke me up so I fed them and went back to bed.”

Those sneaky little brats! “THEY PLAYED ME!” I cried. “Those little sneaks PLAYED me! I should have known something was fishy when Jake wasn’t biting awake…”

Such is life with devious felines of the Aby persuasion.

Aby-a-Day – April 10: Teeth hadst thou in thy head when thou wast born, to signify thou camest to bite the world.

Jacoby is the most mouthy cat I’ve ever known. He bites things. He bites me when he decides Ive slept long enough. I have shoes with little Aby fang-sized holes in them.


This morning, I learned that at least one set of blinds has been thoughtfully perforated.


Oh, I know it was Jake who bit them. Look how proud he is of himself!