Abigail

When we got home from SG, Ann got herself a cat. She's a stray who comes around the dirty kitchen at the back at meal time. We feed her, and she's been visiting us regularly since.

We call her Abigail. She sometimes comes with another cat, too. We  think it's Abigail's boyfriend. They call him Doodles. These are all in honor of Mumi's beloved dog, Tito Bryan's Abby a.k.a., Abbadoodles.

The thing about Abigail is - she's pregnant all the time. I don't know how long cats stay pregnant before they give birth, but I do know that Abigail is pregnant a lot. Abigail's tummy is bulging one week, and the next month she's all slim again, and then we see her pregnant again. We don't know where she keeps her litter and we don't hear her howling away at night looking for some lovin'. She's a mystery. She's like a transient guest who decides to grace us with her presence as she pleases.

Ches and I ruminate about Abigail's mating habits when we have nothing better to do. On the one hand, she's getting a lot and seems perfectly happy being knocked up on a regular basis. On the other hand, she's the perfect poster cat for the RH Bill. Hahaha.