On Monday evening last week, I stopped at PetSmart to get cat food and flea stuff. I also stopped to look at the cats and kittens in the adoption area.
I looked into each cage and read the tag describing each cat. Abigail came to the front of her cage and looked at me with her big eyes. I kneeled down to get closer, and she gave me her neck to scratch.
I was a goner. The eyes, the purring, the soft hair, the tag that said she is a "cuddle bug" sold me.
I missed Cleo so much. I need a cat to hold and cuddle with. Jasmine is Bill's cat, Mia is mine but she doesn't like being held or sitting on laps, and Maya is skittish and hasn't chosen a person yet.
I cried the rest of my way through the cashier's line, to my car and home. Bill saw I was distraught and wanted to adopt 9-year-old Abigail, and so he said "What's one more!?"
Abigail came home with me Friday evening, two nights ago. She's still getting used to the house, the sounds, and the other 3 cats. She's friendly to Bill and me, and she purrs a great deal.
So far it looks like Mia is intimidated by Abigail (which is surprising since nothing bothers Mia), and Maya thinks Abigail is her BFF (best friend forever) and follows her from room to room.
The photo is her "mug shot" from the PetFinder.com website. Big eyes! And a big stomach—as in overweight. She weighs only 14 pounds, but to me she looks bigger and feels heavier (my Mom thinks I'm just used to Mia and Maya who aren't large). Abigail waddles and sways left and right when she walks. We're working on her weight issues.