Hello! I'm Annabella, and I'm a Ragdoll. My Mom brushed me this afternoon, so I allowed a photo shoot to share my beautiful self with you. Wait a minute -- here's a hair out of place, oh dear!!!
Here's my story, I'm not ashamed to share that I had a less-than-glamorous beginning. Although I'm a purebred Ragdoll, my breeder decided to retire, and sent me, with other family members, to a cat shelter for adoption. But! Happy day! I was discovered! My new Mom and Dad found me, and picked me out of the hundred or so others miscellaneous kitties in the shelter, and brought me home. A terrible case of ear mites prevented me from being very glamorous at first. And I was so shy and a genuine scaredy-cat, I just knew I'd be tossed out on my fuzzy butt.
My beautiful, soulful blue eyes had already enchanted my new parents. And I was so pitiful! So they were very gentle and quiet around me. Soon I came out of my shell, a little at a time. Sigh. It was a magical time for me.
I don't even like to think of my past. But sometimes, I do reflect on how it might have gone. Wrong. Terribly wrong. Today, however, I'm sweet and loving and humble. But I'm also a diva and run to greet people who come to the door, because they're here to pay tribute to my magnificent beauty. Of course. Why else would they show up?
My primary job is to be a companion to my Mom whenever she's in her sewing room, or a lap cat when she's watching TV. I help Dad make the bed, and do my floppy cat roly-poly routine when it's made so he can rub my tummy. I love my job!
Come by and see me any time. I can be persuaded to be petted and admired.