These are our two cats:
Take tonight, for example. We came home from a movie to find that Rocky had left us a present on the back doorstep.
This is the whole reason I got cats in the first place. As far as I'm concerned, Rocky is finally pulling his weight and earning his cat chow. Good cat.
...And then there's Abba. I was getting ready for bed and she came frantically into the room, communicating something like this:
Abba frequently stares at the wall above my bed. There is nothing on this wall. Nothing is happening on the wall. There aren't even shadows or cobwebs on this wall. But she keeps a steady eye on it! Yes, sir. If that wall puts one toe out of line, she will be on top of it!
Sometimes Abba comes up to you, panicked, crying, "Meow! Meow! Meow! Meow! Meow! Meow!" desperately trying to get your attention like someone going, "Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!"
Until I finally can't take it anymore and turn to her and say, "WHAT, Abba?!!"
And then she gives me a look so confused and irritated, she could be a teenage girl who's just been interrupted in the middle of a call on her cell phone, as if to say, "What?! NOTHING. Geez."
Yes. Abba is the ditsy blonde of the family.
It's what we love about her.
Because if we didn't have her here, life would just make too much sense. We need Abba.