The black one is Annabel Lee (named for the Edgar Allen Poe poem). She is queen of our house. We just got Vladimir (the Russian blue) a couple weeks ago. Annabel hates him and I think prays that he'll go away soon, but they're warming up to each other. I love those little brats!!
Annabel will be 3 in March and has much disdain for everyone, however, she does get frisky when we bring out her sparkly pom-pom balls. (She would be mortified to know that we have a video of her when she was smaller, spinning round and round after a feather-stick.) I think she was royalty in a past life.
Vlad is only 6 months old and has so much life. I've forgotten what it's like to have a kitten in the house. He has three modes, sleep, cuddle, and CRAZED. He's a lot more affectionate than Annabel. He's sort of like a frat boy. "Hey, black cat, you wanna play??" "HISS SPIT GROWL CURSE!!" "Okay, cool, maybe later." (Repeat 10 seconds later.)
Sorry, I have a tendency to go on and on about them. I'm not ready for human babies yet, so I talk about the furry ones incessantly.



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