Ames leaves for a couple of days and all of a sudden our cat thinks she runs the place.
I took this picture of her drinking out of my cup, which she knows she’s not supposed to do, and when she realizes I’m taking pictures she gives me THIS face:
She’s such a brat! To back the story up a bit, we met this little fluffball a few days after we moved in. At first she kept her distance, but eventually she’d let us pet her. In talking to our neighbors across the street, we found out her name was Abby and that they had been taking care of her since the neighbors next door to them had abandoned her. Unfortunately, they already had a cat named Abigail and preferred to call her Sally-Jane (poor cat).
One day a few months ago, the neighbors were going out of town and asked us to put food out for her while they were gone. We decided to let her in the house for the night since it was a little cold. When she decided to wake us up at 5am we decided that would never happen again. Somehow though, we eventually started letting her back in again, and now she pretty much stays at our house full time. She has a litterbox, food, and water and really only goes out for a few hours during the day.
The neighbors were fine with us adopting her (or her adopting us) and just asked that we take her to the vet and make sure she’s up to date on her shots. That’s a small price to pay for a cat with as much personality as Abby. For more Abby, check out Amy’s post from when we first learned her name, or the little collection of Abby photos on Amesnjas.