Gabby is the name of my Persian cat. She received her moniker when on the way to her new home, she meowed all the way. Then a nice man at church happened to refer to me as gabby . . . and I knew then that was her new name. She doesn't meow much now, but boy she sure did back then . Tim likes to call her "Gabby-girl." (He really kinda likes her, but he'll deny it.)
My MIA cat, Miss “B,” never made any noise at all. I never heard her meow and her original owner told me she never purred. Well, after living with me for a week or so, her motor began working and she purred from then on. I hope she is purring for someone else now.
But, back to Gabby. She is a funny little thing. She isn't near the size of Miss B and she is a little more genteel - if you get my drift. As a genteel cat of leisure, Gabby didn’t appreciate the annoying little bell I put around her neck but I didn’t want to trip over her during the night. She is a dark cat without any glow-in-the-dark DNA, so I needed something and a bell did the trick.
Now the bell rings all the time. Gabby follows Tim and me around the house as if she were a dog. She LOVES him. She sits in his chair when he is gone, she follows him around the house like a dog and she likes to nap on his side of the bed. And on top of that, she races into the room before we get there and I really believe she is doing it so she can get to the toilet. She loves to drink out of it, watch the water swirl, and I have seen her get so far into the bowl that I swear she’s gonna fall in. But, with the germ craze going around plus the all-out gross factor of drinking out the toilet, Tim and I keep the lid closed. She loves water so much that she will watch the water fill up in the tub, or she’ll sit between the shower curtain and the liner just so she can see. Once she got so curious about the water that she over-compensated and she fell in! I was IN THE SHOWER TOO! She shot out of there like she had been launched from a cannon. It was great . . . well great in a mocking sort of way. :)
The reason for this “catty” post was because we saw her today just sitting in the office staring at us. She looked like Garfield after he had eaten an entire pan of John’s lasagna. She was just lying on her back, propped up against the closet door . . . just staring at us. Tim grabbed the camera and snapped a pic before she languidly stretched and curled up to take a nap. On the desk . . . right beside me and the trusty keyboard.
But, back to Gabby. She is a funny little thing. She isn't near the size of Miss B and she is a little more genteel - if you get my drift. As a genteel cat of leisure, Gabby didn’t appreciate the annoying little bell I put around her neck but I didn’t want to trip over her during the night. She is a dark cat without any glow-in-the-dark DNA, so I needed something and a bell did the trick.
Now the bell rings all the time. Gabby follows Tim and me around the house as if she were a dog. She LOVES him. She sits in his chair when he is gone, she follows him around the house like a dog and she likes to nap on his side of the bed. And on top of that, she races into the room before we get there and I really believe she is doing it so she can get to the toilet. She loves to drink out of it, watch the water swirl, and I have seen her get so far into the bowl that I swear she’s gonna fall in. But, with the germ craze going around plus the all-out gross factor of drinking out the toilet, Tim and I keep the lid closed. She loves water so much that she will watch the water fill up in the tub, or she’ll sit between the shower curtain and the liner just so she can see. Once she got so curious about the water that she over-compensated and she fell in! I was IN THE SHOWER TOO! She shot out of there like she had been launched from a cannon. It was great . . . well great in a mocking sort of way. :)
The reason for this “catty” post was because we saw her today just sitting in the office staring at us. She looked like Garfield after he had eaten an entire pan of John’s lasagna. She was just lying on her back, propped up against the closet door . . . just staring at us. Tim grabbed the camera and snapped a pic before she languidly stretched and curled up to take a nap. On the desk . . . right beside me and the trusty keyboard.
Yes, she is a 'cat of leisure' enjoying a little 'cat nap.'
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