Age: 6 Years Sex: Female Weight: 8 lbs.
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May 20th 2009
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when she's getting into something she's not supposed to and I stop her by picking her up and moving her (she whines like it's the worst thing in the world)
She plays with everything! Pens, paper clips, bread ties, the felt pads under the chair legs...She especially loves using Belle and Sebastian as toys.
Favorite Nap Spot:
on top of me or on the back of the couch by the window- but she's usually too energetic to nap
homemade chicken food (she's a voracious eating machine)
she has the loudest purr EVER, she's very good at getting into everything (check the cabinets before closing them), and being a crazy toy-hunter
My in-laws found Emily under their porch one day. There were no littermates or Momcat around, and none of the neighbors know anything about her. They took her in, littertrained her, and spoiled her to bits. The only problem is my in-laws have 2 other cats in their house, several outside strays that call their house "home", and a rowdy Jack Russel Terrier to take care of. The last thing they needed was a kitten! So they asked us if we wanted her. We knew as soon as we saw her that we wanted her...she fell asleep purring in my arms and I fell in love with her. So now our other 2 cats, Belle and Sebastian, have a little sister to raise and teach all kinds of cat-stuff. My husband and I were jokingly throwing around baby names one day, in the event that I would accidentally get pregnant (long story...)
We decided on Emily Marie for a girl, and Timothy Luke for a boy.
That evening, we got a phone call from my in-laws asking us if we wanted a kitten. We did, and we named her Emily. It was meant to be...
We believe that she was dropped off along the side of the road. She's obviously not feral (she's too trusting). She was so little when we found her, barely weaned, all alone. It's possible she was a baby of an unspayed "pet" cat and the "owner" of the cat scattered the kittens along the side of a country road. Emily happened to find shelter under the porch of a house on that road before it was too late. She's quite lucky in that way, so that's why we say she's down to 8 lives left. It's sad how many kittens end up in her situation and don't make it.
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December 10th 2009 7:36 am
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I don't get it. Meowmy says I'm old enuff now to get "fixed." I don't know what that means, but it doesn't sound fun. It involves me going to the vet.
I hate that woman (the vet, that is) even though she lets me attack her Q-tips. That's kinda fun. 'Cept all that other stuff that isn't fun.
Belle's says her Momcat once had "the talk" with her. She said being not fixed was very terrible cause then you have lots and lots of babies and could get ded easy. Belle says getting fixed was great for her cause she doesn't want babies anyway and I was like "Whoa! Chill! Who said anything about me havin' babies?! Boys are gross!"
Sebastian says when he got fixed, he knew something was missing but still isn't sure what it is.
I don't get it. Meowmy tells me it's the best thing for me cause it will save me health trouble and "hormonal discomfurt" later on. I have no clue what she's talking about.
My Momcat never had "the talk" with me...I guess I was too little when I got put outside and later got found by Meowmy. I wonder where my brofurs and sisfurs and Momcat are? I wonder if they got put outside too? I wonder if they have Meowmys? I wonder if Momcat is fixed now and doesn't have "hormonal discomfurt" anymore? I wonder if my brofurs and sisfurs are fixed, or are they out there having babies (eww) like Momcat did?
I don't know. I guess I'm lucky that Meowmy found me. And if Meowmy says I should get fixed, I guess Meowmy knows best.
P.S. we think that Emily and her littermates were the unwanted children of someone's "pet" cat. Since she was never afraid of humans, it's not likely that she was feral (like Belle and Sebastian were). Her mother never taught her to be afraid because she herself probably wasn't. Since we found 4-week-old Emily all alone in a rural area under the porch of my in-laws (who live next to a main road) we believe that someone scattered the kittens around the area, maybe by dropping them one by one along the side of the road, as soon as they were weaned. Emily was lucky to find shelter under the porch of a cat-loving family or most likely she would have starved or gotten hit by a car or died from the anemia caused by her terrible flea infestation. I wonder if her mother ever got spayed, or if she still continues to have unwanted litters that can easily be "disposed of" like Emily's litter was.
August 17th 2009 12:00 pm
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Meowmy isn't feeling well today. She's spending the whole day in bed.
Of course, this means I must spend my whole day in bed wiff her and snorgle her and purr as much as I can. Because this job is so important, I only take breaks to use the litter bocks and occasionally play-fight wiff Sebastian.
Meowmy calls me a "therapeutic fuzzball of love" which I guess is a good thing. Sebastian has been wiff me most of the time during my vigil, and only leaves when he's had enuff of the play-fighting. Even Belle layed wiff Meowmy for a bit but she was too busy doin Belle things to lay around long.
I'm the only one who stuck like gloo to Meowmy and maintained my constant purring ALL DAY. I call it "endurents purring" and I think it should be a Olimpic sport cause if it was I would win a gold medal.
Meowmy thinks I should get a gold medal anyway for bein a good kitty. Sebastian and me would share it. And Belle too. We would all share it cause I like to share and I'm nice like that.
August 6th 2009 7:15 pm
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Dude! My Meowmy brought home a kitty condo for me! It's pawsome for scratching and lounging and climbing and attacking Belle and Sebastian. It's my own little clubhouse all for meee! Oh, and I share it with Belle and Sebastian too, if they ask nice.
Meowmy got it for free from a nice guy 20 minutes from where we live. She got it from something cool called Freecycle. It's a email Meowmy gets with people offering stuff they don't want for free, all you gotta do is pick it up. This guy's two cats were too big to use the condo, but I'm small enuff to fit in the holes and on the top without tipping it or getting stuck. It even matches our other cat tree and it's sitting next to it, so we can jump from one to the other. Fun!
Meowmy says that the kitty condo is a much better place to scratch than the sofa.
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