Eleanor Ferdinand Furicita Fábrega- Bush
Owners: Barbara Bush and Miky Fábrega
Favorite hobbies: Napping, birding
Weight: 10 lbs.
Age: 3
I was where I pretty much always was on Monday mornings: in the flower pot outside an ad agency in downtown Panama City, pretending I was a feline Anne Geddes photograph, waiting to be discovered. Don’t get me wrong: things weren’t awful. I love Panama. It’s like one giant sunbeam. Plus, los ejecutivos would often bring me snacks, and I’d mew politely and let them call me lady Gata. Copywriters are so clever.
When Miky walked by, I knew my life was about to change. I’m usually quite shy with strangers, but I’ve always been drawn to artists, and it turns out he is quite a well-known one, both in Panama and in the U.S. The next day, he was back, with milk and plans of a new life. Soon after, I met Miky’s longtime girlfriend (and, I would learn, former First Daughter) Barbara, and instantly I knew why he wanted to bring us together. We’re both lovable, stylish and classically good-looking. Miky and Barbara named me Eleanor Ferdinand Furicita Fábrega- Bush, because if anyone loves multiple names more than American political dynasties, it’s Latinos. Most everyone just calls me Wewie.
But I’m not just some pampered lap cat. Sure, I spend lots of time entertaining, perfecting my backflips, and acting as muse to the professional and recreational artists in my life. And, of course, I nap. Sometimes I dream of lounging in the oval office. Naps are muy importante because otherwise I won’t make it through Downton Abbey. For a while, I would answer only to Lavinia Cat, my favorite character. (Those bangs! That tragic demise!) But I’m also quite serious. I work with Mami on her nonprofit, Global Health Corps, and have plans to start my own, Kisses for Babies. Babies and I have a lot in common, and it’s not just that we look great in flower pots. More than anything, we like to be loved. That’s one reason I don’t date. I don’t need to. I get plenty of love at home.
Ah, yes: mi casa! I live primarily in New York, though I retain dual citizenship and get back to Panama to visit my sister, Lola, whom I’m obsessed with, even though she’s a total dog. During one trip, I was detained for improper documentation. It didn’t even help to tell them my grandfather was once el presidente; believe me, I tried. “Not only do immigrants help build our economy,” I told them, “they also invigorate our soul.” Pero, no. Maybe some day.