3 weeks ago I wandered into the local Animal Pound and met Li'l Abagail. Actually, at that time she was Li'l Jane Doe. Gale, the Animal Control Officer, had scooped her up 2 days previous and the little classic tabby was crammed into an equally little cage, unnamed and unexamined. I was in a bit of a blue study, 1 1/2 weeks past the death of my sweet Calhoun, and I was easy pickin's. I was at the pound less than an hour before walking out with my soon-to-be Abagail Rose, Gale & Co. asking me few questions and having fewer answers to mine... they were less interested in Mr. Right and would happily settle for Mr. Right Now, an unfortunately common scenario for overpopulated animal havens.
Abagail Rose is a true sweetie, about 7 months old and 5 lbs. She's as energetic and inquisitive and charming as all kittens are. A couple days after bringing her home she developed a severe upper respiratory infection, but a vet visit and 2 vials of Clavamox later she's doing wonderfully.
The first three photos taken with the Panny LX5, the last with my new LX7.