Annabelle

Annabelle has this annoying habit of eating wet hair. If I sit down on the couch after having washed my hair, there is Annabelle, gnawing on my head. It’s annoying, it’s painful, but sometimes it can be endearing.

You see, Annabelle has been assimilating some of Allie’s traits. Out of nowhere will come a questioning meow, meaning that Annabelle has lost us. Again. Particularly me.

Paddy is her father’s cat, through and through (unless my bed is freshly made and then she is all about getting cat hair on the bedspread). But Annabelle is mine. She rubs her head against my hand while I’m snacking and is constantly trying to climb up into my lap. When my lap is otherwise occupied, Annabelle will sit behind me on the back of the couch. Hence the hair chewing thing.

She’ll be six in September and I worry about her getting older. As annoying as “my” cat can be, she still is my constant companion. I don’t want to think about life without her. Even if she does think my head is a buffet.