Bast is our Abysinnian cat. I normally wouldn't feel comfortable owning a bred cat, since I'm not fond of the whole cat show scene, but we were given her by her original owner, Dan Langille, who was heading to Canada. We were also to take Gus, an old moggy, but he died the day before we were to pick up both cats.

I'm now sold on Abysinnians, by the way. Bast is clever and affectionate, and wierdly well-behaved. I've never encountered a cat I can eat food in front of knowing she won't try to dive in head first. The oddest thing about owning her, though, is discovering how many people are puzzled about her name - Bast was an Egyptian diety associated with guarding the home.