ST FELINUS--by MomCat

Okay, so that's not me in the profile, it's St Felinus.

I decided not to put my photo in the profile because I'd, we'd, rather have St Felinus' picture there. Hopefully at some point we will be able to get a better photo of him to replace this one. But we wanted everyone to see what he looks like. Wouldn't you say he looks like a happy, fat cat? We thought so too.

And as I think I mentioned before, he gets dressed up for some holidays and we will show you those outfits from time to time.

Of course there's a story behind how he came to be at Tabby Abbey and I will briefly relate the event.

I happend to see this particular garden statue on the front stoop of a house one day when I was driving through a subdivision nearby. I fell in love with it immediately and wondered where these people had gotten it. Well, I wasn't very brave to actually stop at their house and ask them. Although now that doesn't seem too bold of a thing to do. But back then I was too hesitant to do so.

Everytime I passed by their house I would look at the cat standing there as if guarding their front entrance and I thought how perfect he would be for the St Felinus part of Tabby Abbey. Each time I drove by I was trying to get up enough nerve to pull into the drive, knock on the door and ask the big question: "Where did you get this cute statue?" And everytime, I would just drive by.

As time went by I started telling myself, okay, if I ever see these people outside doing yard work I will stop in and ask them.

One day as I aproached their house, I saw a man and a woman in the driveway and I was filled with delight, at last I could stop and ask.

As I was about to commit to turning into their driveway, I could see that they were having a very heated argument! Instead of turning in, I just kept going passed their house. I was so disappointed.

Time went by and I didn't give anymore thought to asking them.

Then one day, my sister called and left a message on my answering machine. The message said, "I've found St. Felinus. Call me."

I had no idea what she was talking about at that point. I began to think she had found a real church or religious group with that name!

My sister had been making the rounds of the local lawn & garden, and nursery locations and at one of these she spotted the statue!

Needless to say, I went, I saw, I bought, and I brought him home to Tabby Abbey!