Annabelle, the feisty one

Annabelle is the youngest of her cats, at ten months.  She is also the smallest, but she has the biggest attitude!

She was just a little ticked with me when I snapped this picture.  I had her by the nape of the neck and she didn't like being restrained.  Don't worry, I wasn't dangling her like that; her rump was resting on the counter.

Annabelle came from a lady south of town; she lived on the highway and felt that she couldn't keep a cat.  After a brief debate Mama and I went to get her.  We made the assumption that she'd make a good playmate for Edgar and named her after the Edgar Allen Poe poem "Annabel Lee."

Things didn't play out that way, though.  Annabelle was active, but she wasn't constantly hyper like Edgar.  She preferred the company of Pablo, who is more placid.

They look a lot alike at first glance, and at a distance even we have a hard time telling them apart.  The difference is in the nose (Pablo is in front, and Annabelle is behind him).

Pablo has a black patch on his nose, and Annabelle does not.

Okay, so they get along like champs.  But the pair's personalities could not be more different.  Pablo, as I mentioned above, is very relaxed and calm.  Annabelle is very feisty and...well, the term I like to use is "persnickety."  She has a good temperament, but has mood swings.  One minute it's okay to pick her up, and the next she's wiggling and growling and demanding to be put down.  She even bites if you don't give her her way right then!

"Nyah!"

Ornery or no, she's still a cute little goomer and I love her.