The Grand Duchess Abigail Abramova: Royalty in the Personage of a New Cat Deigns To Appear in Our Humble Home
As readers of this blog may know, my husband David and I have two cats: Mama and Barney, both rescued from the wild, and each with amazing stories—for example, Mama Cat once saved my life, no exaggeration [see Related Posts below]. Neither one of us had had much experience with cats in our earlier lives, but we’ve learned fast. Mama and Barney have been with me since shortly after my heart transplant in 2009, and David and I have been living with them together for over three years. Barney, Mama, squirrel Mama is scary smart (we have to spell words like “food” in front of her, and we suspect she’s beginning to figure that out) and Barney, though small of brains, is very lovable. He adores us both, but particularly David, who’s patsy enough to succumb to Barney’s loving bats on the nose each morning around sun-up when David, laughing, rises to feed the cats. Our happy home life changed dramatically last fall when I viewed a Facebook feed in which a kin