Everyone told me Abbies were friendly, people-oriented, loving cats, but they were not lap cats. Sounded good to me. So January, 2002, the search began. Have you tried finding a kitten in the winter? Doesn't happen!
But I found a breeder in High Desert who bred Abbies in an old silver trailer that was divided into three sections; the bachelor pad, the Maternity Wing, and the Kitten Koop. That should have been my first clue.
My Abyssinian was born in March. When I called and spoke to the breeder, she had two kittens for me to choose between. When we got there, she had a cute story about how my kitten, the only one left kitten, hid in the corner when the other couple came so she knew that one belonged to us. Sure enough, there my kitty was, face in the corner, totally ignoring us. Clue number two.
Of course, that wouldn't stop me, and we bought her anyway. We popped her into a travel case and headed home. We named her Amboseli after our favorite national park in Kenya (a truly perfect vacation we took) and called her Amber for short. I was sure the poor little thing would be happier on my lap, and I took her out to hold her.
Then the Abbies-don't-like-to-sit-on-your-lap part kicked in. She crawled up my front, over my shoulder, mewed at the passing scenery, and disappeared under my car seat. Even pulled over we couldn't get her out without opening the door to the car. Yeah, yeah, clue number three...
Second morning...clue #4
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