Bastubis, Cat Goddess
Abysinnian cats are special. They are more active and athletic than your average cat. They climb walls and people; they levitate up to great heights, from which they drop onto people passing by. They riot and do mysterious things in the night - often in the bed, under the covers. They are wonderfully affectionate, bright, and entertaining. They make up games, like cat golf and cat chess. They also believe in exercising their people by giving us plenty to do. They are sometimes called Lion Cats for fairly obvious reasons.
Abys do not think that they are people--they think that people are subnormal cats.
I live with four of them.
Samantha Callinish, Senior Cat
Sami is not only the eldest and most intelligent of the cats who live here - she is also the most telepathic. She was born in 1989, has been a mother three times, and still plays like a kitten. She also runs this household, or tries to, in spite of my inefficient ways and the general waywardness of the other cats. She would be a proper witch's cat, if only she had a proper witch. She is a Virgo and measuring up to her standards is not easy. But she seems to love me anyway and is very affectionate.
Argiod Sylvannia, aka Sylvie Butterbrain
When Sylvie got loose in the vet's office and ran three times around the wall about four feet off the ground, the vet said she was the fastest cat he'd ever seen. She is the best of the four at levitating, and she can also change direction in midair, which should be physically impossible. David, a physicist friend of mine, says it is because she is so small (about five pounds) that she has no inertia/momentum. I think it is because she hasn't enough brain to realize that she can't do the things she does.
Sylvie is the passionately generous lover of all. When you reach to stroke her, she leaps to meet your hand. She rubs her cheek against yours hard so you'll know how very, very much she loves you, how glad she is to see you, and what joy your presence gives her.
Sad Note: Sylvie died yesterday (18 February 2002), at the age of eleven. She went galloping off into the light in her usual embrace-life-with-gusto-fashion. We all miss her so much. If it is true, as I believe it is, that one of the main reasons we are here is to learn to love and be loved, then Sylvie learned her lessons exceptionally well, and I'm certain she is more than due what Buddhists call a "fortunate rebirth". Tomorrow, I shall plant a small juniper tree on her burial mound, and gauras (Siskiyou pink) and periwinkles.
Marigoldthebeautiful is not conceited about this.
It is just how things are.
Like her mother, Sylvie, That Maggie also got loose in the vet's office. Vets do not seem to expect the general ranbunctiousness and flat-out obstreperousness of Abysinnian cats. Again, like her mother, That Maggie is very fast. She raced around the room, tried to dig her way out through the sink, attempted to fling herself through the closed window, and hurled herself at the door, trying to break through. With all exits barred, she took to the heights, opening cupboards, racing through them at great speed, and flinging out their contents as she passed.
Cats sometimes engage in 'weird' behavior. They don't see it that way. Cats do what cats do. Since all cats are perfectly sane (at least by their own definition) it logically follows that anything they do is normal for cats.