Today I died

Today I died. I appear to have had a little altercation with someone, probably a fox. I look every so slightly beaten up, and my fur is a bit ruffled. I also appear to have tried to take a bite out of whoever it was. I guess I won the fight but lost the war. But I am still beautiful, and just look like I am stretched out peacefully asleep. My mum found me, lying on the lawn. She cried and wrapped me up and cuddled me and said nice things. I love my mum and I know she loves me. I'm sorry she's sad. She says she is going to make a list of all the things she loves about me and that she will remember me for ever. I am going now. My beautiful body is buried beneath the tree, just where I always loved to lie. But I am still there with you. I will love you always.

Your lovely Abby Alley Cat.

I appear not to have death after all so shall temporarily discontinue my life story (or perhaps I should say my death story? may be literally more correct but too morbid though).

This is what I think

This is what I think of blogs being upside down so if you want to read my life story you have to do it back to front. I have magic powers and if I want I can give you the eye. You can see my orange spot better here. Note that the different coloured eyes mirror the different coloured eyebrows. I'm very individual. Most cats you can't tell one from another but not me.

This is me sunbathing

This is me sunbathing playfully and luxuriously in my garden. (The previous picture was in my house.) Sadly there are no pictures of me when I was young on the computer, they are all printed on paper and nice to sit on except that my mum keeps them all in envelopes on a shelf where I can't reach them. I think she should put them all in my bed so I can lie on them and look at them at the same time. A little self esteem never hurt anyone. Even if I am not young young on this picture, even perhaps a bit mature, I don't look a day over 5 even though I say it myself. If I had any ovaries left and was interested in that sort of thing, the local toms would be knocking on the catflap in droves. They still do in fact, and not just because they are after my dinner.

this is me

This is me when I was 13 in 2007 (or 14, we're not sure for reasons stated above somewhere). I was still in fine fettle, my prime you might say. You can see how beautiful I am - those big, melting eyes, that distinctive one black eyebrow, one orange (we don't use the word ginger). You can also almost see my '3rd eye' - that little orange spot on the top of my head, matched by an orange tip to my tail. I even have a passing resemblance to that famous cat, now sadly passed on, Mog. Everybody says I'm beautiful, they do. Except Salem. More about that traitorous interloper later.