|Abbey the day after we brought her home.|
Meet Abbey Hunny Bee Barbour. She is a ginger tabby girl who is almost two years old. She has white paws and a white chest and amber eyes.
|Abbey and the turbo scratcher, one of her favorite toys.|
She has lots of energy and tends to get the zoomies late at night and early in the morning. She makes a sound that I can only describe with this spelling: “mewr.” She does it while she’s playing, while she’s waiting for food, while she’s walking around the house. It’s her meow.
She loves dry food, but not treats. She eats a little wet food, but not much.
|"I won't sit on your lap now, but I'll sit close by."|
When I get home from work in the evening, I pick her up and she lays her head on my shoulder. She tilts up her little face and “kisses” me. She follows me around the house. She rarely sits on my lap, but she will often sit on my husband Larry’s lap when he’s watching TV.
She is stubborn and feisty and determined, and all that is wrapped in a sweetness and softness that melts your heart every time.
|Abbey at the window in the "kitty Zen room"|
I first met Abbey on February 1, 2015. Her name was Hunny Bee then, and she was at the county animal shelter, where her owner had surrendered her. She was about one year old.
|Abbey, on the day I met her at the shelter. She was Hunny Bee then. I hated walking away from her.|
On that February afternoon, I was at the shelter cuddling the cats, giving them human touch with the Friends of Campbell County Animal Control, the volunteer group that works closely with the shelter to help adopt out as many animals as possible.
Hunny Bee snuggled against me as I held her and walked around the other cats to see if she had any reaction to them. She seemed calm.
I was ready to adopt another cat, but my husband wasn’t. Then I saw on Facebook that Hunny Bee was adopted, and I comforted myself with the thought that she had a home.
Except later I saw her on Facebook again. She was back at the shelter.
Larry and I went to the shelter on Sunday, April 19, so he could meet Hunny Bee. One of the volunteers told us that she had been adopted but brought back four days later. The reason given for surrendering her back to the shelter was that all she did was hide under the bed and was mean to the children.
I know, and probably you know too, if you’ve been around rescued cats, that they need some space when you bring them into a new environment.
The next day we officially adopted her.
And Abbey’s stories continue.