Abby

A non-food post. I mentioned a few posts back that I had been down to the coast for a special reason, and this was the reason.

Those who follow my on the socials have already met Abby. If you don't... well, this is Abby.



Abby came into my house just five weeks after Dim Sim passed. Too soon really, but I needed someone to get up for, to look after. Abby is five years old, and she has been in foster care almost her whole life. She was rescued off the streets with her mum as a teenager kitten, and she was very anti-social. Her carers put amazing work into making her blossom into the sweetie pie smoochy pants that she is today. However, she is an incredibly shy scaredy-cat, so no one was very keen on adopting her.



Her little face in her profile photos was so sweet, and I felt that maybe this shy little girl and my broken heart could take our time to form a bond together. When I went to the meet and greet with her, all I did was peek at her from where she was hiding on top of the kitchen cupboards at her carer's house. We mostly chatted about Abby, and I patted some of her other cats. But I just felt like if Abby was willing to take a chance on me, I was willing to take a chance on Abby.



In a twist no one saw coming, Abby was coming out for pats with me within the first week. We had expected it to take months. She's still a shy girl, she is just coming around to my dad, still hiding from my mum, and doesn't go downstairs. But with me she is a total love bug. She doesn't like to be cuddled or restrained (I pick her up occasionally for a quick hug if she doesn't squirm away and she is starting to tolerate it better), but she loves loves loves getting pats.



Abby has been a very brave girl, having a dental a few weeks ago to take some sore teeth out. She was really good at the clinic! And she was very forgiving of me when we got home. For all her wariness, she doesn't hold a grudge. She loves to play with her mousies, eat her food, get all the pats, and she sleeps on the bed. Though not all night, early morning is for loud playing with the mousies.



Opening my heart to Abby has been hard. Not because she makes it hard, she is so sweet and full of love towards me, but my heart is so broken and obviously no one can replace my girls, who were my soul mates. But I do love her, she is a wonderful sweet little friend, and she has made my life better at a time when I thought I couldn't go on. So, official blog welcome to Abby!