How One Little Kitty Will Save the World...Or Break It

I'm often asked what inspires me, so here's the explanation:

Blondetwit. Yeah, well, that's me...sort of...and kinda not. Got that?



The picture you see as Blondetwit is actually Abby. She's a pistol. She's just a year old, and is one half of the pair that's turned this house upside down.



Abby is not only attitude, or "cattitude" as we call it in these parts, but she came equipped with extra devices for which to execute her endeavors. She has 6 toes on each foot. As did Hemingway's cats, but Abby has additional phalanges (bones) on each toe, meaning she also has extra joints...giving her opposable thumbs, and actual fingers, rather than the usual kitty paws. Who needs claws when you have HANDS?



Now, add hands to the cattitude, and you have an entirely new species!

Ab's, as we call her, keeps at whatever she's doing until she conquers it. Then it's done - over - no longer on her mind. And I like that.



Even if it means there's a box in my office labeled, "Broken Shit". Everything in there had made the mistake of being in her way. I'll fix 'em in a couple of years...then they'll seem all new again to me.

(hear a kitty-snort now)

Somewhere along the line, I realized that Abby was really my alter-ego. Remember that old television show, Greatest American Hero? Where Ralph finds the super-hero suit in the desert, but loses the instruction manual for operating it? The running gag was Ralph learning to use the suit (magic jammies) by trial and error, where he'd fly upside down, run splat! into buildings, etc. If you never saw the show, go find it on the internet...it was fun.

Abby is Ralph. And I am Abby. So that means I have "Magic Jammies" somewhere, right?

Yeah, I'll go with that. Magic Jammies good.