Every scar has a story. Abby's started small: an abscess on her backside that needed draining before she could even think about healing. We took care of it. We took care of her. Somewhere between the antiseptic and the aftercare, the name "Abby" just stuck. A name for a cat who showed up hurting in one small way and left us completely charmed. These days, the only trace of that rough start is the name itself. Abby is a whirlwind. All claws and chaos one minute, melting into your lap the next. She'll tear across the room like she's being chased by something only she can see, then flop over for belly rubs thirty seconds later like nothing happened. She's still got one chapter left to close. Her spay is on the calendar. But everything else about Abby is already exactly who she's going to be: fierce, funny, fearless, and impossible not to love.