I adore cats. Always have. Bear and I have 5 of them. You don't even want to know how many my mom has. It's a family thing.
My family started calling me Abby Cat when I was little because, well, I love cats. Preferring parallelism, I added an extra T when I was 13, making my nickname Abby Catt.
When I was in middle school, I wrote a family newspaper called THE BAD KITTY TIMES. Our orange and white cat Leo was the mascot. He was, needless to say, a Bad Kitty. Leo liked to scratch you while you slept. Leo would attack your head if you tried to hold him. Leo was mean - almost as mean as our kitty, Ally.
Meet Ally. Yes, this is seriously my cat. Yes, her mustache and goatee are real. Yes, she is a she. And yes, she looks innocent, but she is very mean to anyone but Bear and I.
THE BAD KITTY TIMES' fake publisher was (T)Abby Catt Productions. I told myself that if I ever started a company, I would name it that.
Well, a blog is sort of like a company.
And so there it is - double B, double T.
The Tabby Catt.
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