It's Annabelle's twenty-sixth birthday when we finally get a cat. 

It's grey and large and about the fluffiest thing I've ever seen. Oh, and cuddly. We decided that we needed a cuddly cat, as Annabelle and I are both cuddlers. (I've always felt comfortable with contact with animals, and usually feel comfortable with contact with people I know.)

We name him Levi. I wanted to name him Beebo, but Jenna vetoed the idea. ("Because," she insisted, "I'm going to be seeing him as much as either of you anyway, I get a vote.")

He likes Annabelle more than he likes me, but that's okay because I do too.