Annabelle

I woke up this morning with Annabelle on my chest. She wasn’t asleep; she was just sitting there patiently waiting for me to get up.

We have a strange relationship, Annabelle and I. She follows me everywhere. She tries to get into my lap when I’m eating. When I take a shower, she stands outside the bathroom door and meows. Loudly. When I hand her to Kenny, she comes back to me.

She annoys me more than the other cats do. I know that’s an unfair statement, but it is true.

But she’s also there for me. When I cry, she comes over to me and purrs until I start to pet her. When I need a hug, she’ll let me pick her up and bury my face into her fur.

For some reason, she’s picked me to belong to. It’s a strange feeling, but a nice one.

I really think that she’s part angel.