Anabelle Satan, barn cat.
Fearless hunter of geckos and naked toes that stick out over the bed at night.
She does not love, but sometimes allows others to love HER.
Likes to be picked up ONLY WITHIN 90 SECONDS OF GETTING HOME. After that, you are just the feeding guy to her.
Oddly, she goes limp and begins to purr if you grab her scruff and force her to lay on her side, kinda like that thing where if you turn a shark upside down they go into a coma-like state.
Oh, and she loves the smell of gun cleaner.