▼ POINT OF ORIGIN: Florida, 2012
"My" cat. Annabelle was found in a pet store via a local shelter. She'd had a litter right before we got her (all 'A' names— the shelter had just started a new dictionary, I guess) and she was the last to be adopted.
Annabelle requires the most exercise because she embraces that she is evil and was born to kill. She loves to attack toys, furniture, fingers, walls, support beams, Marcel, my Apple pencil, and her own tail. She can be very sweet, but doesn't like to cuddle and values her personal space. She's also very stupid. When I pet her, she walks away and then complains that I stopped. Her meows are a wide vocabulary of chirps, rumbles, and meows that sound like she's singing to you.
▼ POINT OF ORIGIN: Ohio, 2020
We didn't adopt this thing, it was foisted upon us. It does not like to cuddle. It's good on hard surfaces, but it tends to pull up rugs and trap itself under chairs. It purrs very loud and its meows sound like "PLEASE CLEAR THE OBSTRUCTION FROM THE BRUSHES" and "LOW BATTERY".