Abe came to me as a scared malnourished rescue. His behaviour showed that he had never been outdoors, had never had wet food, and expected to be shouted at wherever he explored. That all changed when his fluffy buttocks landed here.
Now Abe has his own trees to climb, loves gravy loaded dinners - which he likes to review, and chooses a new spot each week - balanced on the laundry drier, on the microwave, top of the coat rack, liquid pouring off my knee upside down.
My silly boy is the chattiest cat. He comes in talking about his adventures and expects a conversation. He has a serious love of fabric, so it helps that I'm a fabric artist. He loves to unpack bags of fabric, or stashes of yarn.
He is made of love and fluff.