My friend Pat plays with a colour-by-numbers app called Happy Color and often posts her favourite creations. Last week, she posted this cat painting and asked the hive mind if we thought it was an Abyssinian. Of course, everyone agreed that it definitely was! I may have to try this app out!
I have been working on the drawing of Kiipi and her kitten.
This is the ink outline with the base colour filled in.
Without the ink, the colour alone has a rather neat “paint by numbers” effect.
And here is the ink, colour and shadows. I just need to add the fut texture and background, and this one is finished!
Imma just leave this here…
Dashiell’s big brother, GC NW Anubis Loco-Motion of Santgria was recently featured in an announcement congratulating all the Preservation Breeders in the CFA.
Dash and Loco are full brothers from different litters. Doesn’t Loco look so much like Dash? I hope Dash will have half the show career Loco’s had. Some days, I just hope we’ll have shows again.
I’m working on getting back on finishing my photos and posts about the Scandinavian Winners show, and the other Singapuras we met…but it’s been a little hard. It all reminds me so much of Logan. So here is the page with the names of all the Singas entered in the show. There were five!
And, some reason, it was decided that a more than half-page photo of a ruddy Aby kitten would be an appropriate illustration…
(Really, it’s because Singapuras are, alphabetically, at the end of Group 3 in FIFe and Abyssinians are the first listed in Group 4…but still.)
At a cat show, your cat’s cage is your “home.”
Shows in Sweden are different than the ones in the States in that everyone uses the metal cages provided by the show and decorates them with curtains. I bought this gorgeous green set from Burgardin, a Danish couple who make the best curtains I have ever seen. I even got this set on sale! We also decorate the cage with artificial pussy willows, because Logan’s registered name, Vide, means pussy willow in Swedish.
A lot of people also have these tables that hook onto the cage with chains and the little lip on the edge of the table. Björn and I made this one ourselves out of a plastic cutting board…which just happened to be the exact right colour to match the curtains!
As the tops of the metal are nice and flat, we have business cards for Lisa’s cattery and my blog, as well as a stand-up with a photo of Logan on one side and a CFA brochure on Singas on the other.
The table is not only incredibly handy, but it gives your cage a little more space. On Sunday, Björn’s friend Janne stopped by to meet Logan. Another difference with Swedish shows, as you may notice in the background, is that chairs are NOT provided by the show. Most people bring folding canvas camp chairs, and both Royal Canin and Orijen have chairs available for purchase at their ever-present booths.
This show was also unique in that it had an online system of calling you up to the ring which they named “Call of Cat.”
The show hall had free wifi, so all we had to do was log in, find your judge, and then just wait for our number. It. Was. AWESOME.
Oh, but wait. It gets better, You all know I am a huge fan of Peter Hasselbom‘s Abyssinian photos…well…
…Now I am friends with Peter and his partner, Anna! We all had sushi together back in September 2016. This is Peter and Bonk.
Okay, Peter and I may be friends…but dude, we gotta talk about that Yankees hat…
I realise that this is almost six years old…but apparently they have only just started showing My Cat From Hell in Sweden on a channel we get, so I only just saw this episode. It involved a couple with a 10-year-old overweight cat, Molly, and a young Abyssinian named Mimi.
Now, Mimi is NOT the cat from Hell in this episode. In fact, she’s the victim of Molly’s bad temper. As Jackson describes it:
“Mimi’s an Abyssinian. Abyssinians are spider monkeys. They swing from the chandeliers while everyone else is eating dinner. They need to have directed activity, and they need to have that activity constantly. In the meantime, you’ve got an older, crankier cat who’s saying ‘Just make it stop!'”
Molly actually sent poor Mimi to the vet for stitches after a gash in her flank!
The link above leads to the full episode on Animal Planet’s website, but you need to sign in with a television provider. However, you can see Jackson’s final visit to Molly and Mimi and Jackson’s follow-up with Molly a year later online without signing in.
This week, The CFA History Project published an article about Sedgemere Peaty, one of the very first Abyssinians.
There is also an article with a fanstastic wealth of photographs about a silver Abyssinian born in 1909 named Quizero Taitou (Or Ouizero…there’s some confusion over whether his name started with an O or a Q; Q makes more sense, though).
What is interesting about Quizero, though is that his father, Aluminium, also sired Ras Dashan, who sired Ras Djibute, whose granddaughter, Woodrooffe Aura was the mother of the famous (Djer-Mer’s) Woodroofe Ras Seyum, from whom Jacoby, along with many modern Abyssinans, are descended.
Ras Seyum was famously featured in the November 1938 issue of National Geographic. How fun to see Jake’s ancestors’ photos!
(Oh and also, while looking for these historical photos, I stumbled upon this article about cat domestication and was flattered to find one of my photos used – and credited! – as an example of a show cat! It was just published on 27 April, so there’s another nice surprise.
And just for fun, here is a series of photos of Jake doing something he rarely does: Pole dancing! While many cats love to scratch the sisal post on the judge’s table, Jake usually prefers to post majestically. However, in his first ring at Seacoast with Gary Veach, he decided to have a little stretch. Although he does seem a bit bewildered, doesn’t he?
Okay, I know I’ve been lapsing. I’m sorry…I don’t even have a cartoon of my own today! But have you seen today’s Google Doodle?
Puss in Boots looks suspiciously Abyssinian, don’t you think?
Okay…brace yourself. This is a really sad one. Alaska is a seven-week-old Aby kitten who was left to be euthanised at a vet’s office because of birth defects.
This is what the posting says about her: “Alaska is a 7 week old Abyssinian female kitten that was brought into my vet office to be euthanized by her breeder because of her disability. She is partially paralyzed due to a congenital defect and has some physical deformity. Because of her paralysis, she has no bowel control and needs hr bladder manually expressed. Despite all that, she is the sweetest thing and has such a thirst for love and life. If someone would be willing to put in the time she needs for her care, she would enrich anyone’s life. Please give Alaska a chance!
LOOK AT HER! Okay, so…she needs a diaper now. She could grow out of that! But she’s gorgeous! Her adoption fee is $50, and since she’s a tiny kitten (I mean, too young to be away from her mother, tiny!) she’ll need to be spayed and get her shots. She’s still a beautiful girl and she needs the right home that will nurture her special needs. And who knows, she could be the next Buzzfeed sensation.
If you have fallen in love with Alaska, contact Kate Polese at 347-286-5124 or by email through the RescueMe.org website.
Check out these two Abyssinian ambassadors on Colorado’s Own Channel 2 yesterday morning!
Dr. Kevin Fitzgerald introduced the Denver metropolitan area to the Aby. Wonder if that will cause a surge of kitten enquiries?
So this is cool. Yesterday was Kevin Bacon’s birthday, and guess what?
He has an Aby! So now, when you play the Kevin Bacon game, you can factor in his kitty and figure out how many degrees of separation any actor is from an Abyssinian! If only we knew the cat’s pedigree…then we could figure out how closely our Abys are related to Kevin Bacon’s Aby…
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!
A couple of days ago, someone posted this amazing photo to one of the Abyssinian Facebook groups:
Isn’t this fabulous? I love how all the Abys, regardless of age, so thoroughly accept this baby! What a lucky little kid…and I’d just love to give this photo to all those idiots who think that they HAVE to get rid of their cat(s) just because they’re pregnant. Cats and babies are not mutually exclusive.
Of course, there may be an adjustment period in some families…
Fear not, though: Once baby Kennedy was born, Dexter fell in love with his little human sister:
Proof that cats and babies can co-exist!
And it is AWESOME. But try to get it from H&M…it’s only $17.99, but someone on eBay is trying to sell them for $49.99 plus shipping!
And speaking of things that are awesome…not sure how I missed random blog post from 2010 about celebrities and their Abyssinians…but check it out!
I knew about these photos of Nicolas Cage and David Bowie with Abys, but…
…I didn’t know about Carly Simon and Nicole Ritchie!
Not to mention, Viggo Mortensen! See? Abys are always in fashion.