Nicknames: Em Fecity, Meme, Sissy, Sissypuss, Noisy, Memily
Birthday: January 8th 1996
Likes: to yell at me when I am on the computer apparently
Pet-Peeves: my not giving her my full attention when I am on the computer
Favorite Toy: whatever cloth Christmas tree ornament she has stolen from the tree this year. This year's is a little wreath.
Favorite Nap Spot: the futon that she is on in the fish picture
Favorite Food: she's a very finicky eater and will not admit to having a favorite food, if she will eat her "treat" food or a little piece of ham or cheese she does it with the air of having done you a great favor by deigning to do so.
Skills: she is particularly adept at stealing ornaments off the Christmas tree without messing up the lights or branches.
Arrival Story: Emily and Edgar and their 3 siblings and their Mama were found by an animal rescuer in a taped shut box in a parking lot. I had just lost my precious kitty of 11 years to illness and was looking to adopt a kitten. They had no kittens at the shelter but a person who worked there knew the woman who had rescued Emily and her family and put me in touch with her. I picked Emily of the available girl kitties because she has just a hint of tortie or calico in her coloring and she has three white toes on one front paw.
My stoopy brofur Edgar used up all the zealies that our kind furriends gave us (well almost all of them) thanking his furriends fur birthday gifts! So I just get to write a diary! And please, don't send us more zealies furriends, it's okay.
Momma thinks about me all the time and misses me so. She wonders how long that tumor had been growing and whether if she had been using the vet she now uses it would have been found soon enough to make surgery a good option. *sigh*
Momma loves Salem and Lucy and they helped her deal with the grieving. But of course, no one can effur take my place. Momma and daddy always thought I would outlive Edgar, because he was FAT! MOL! But now he has gone on two and a half years without me. Who'd a thunk it?
I miss momma too. Even though I am right there, in her heart.
Thank you so much fur remembering me on my birthday!! You are the bestest furriends!
... is the last day for me to be Angel Olde Furt of the Month and my brofur, Edgar to be Olde Furt of the Month. Hardly any Furts noticed and hardly any Furts cared. I guess we deserved that. We aren't on Catster at all anymore.
But we remember with love the good times we had here and all our dear friends.
Emily Felicity, gone but never, never, never, never forgotten.
Mommy came onto Catster to have our family send some love and encouragement to poor Harrison, who has to find a new home. When she sent the rosie from our family she almost typed: "Edgar, Emily Felicity..."
You see, when mommy was real active on Catster, it was just me and the brat, Edgar. e&e. Edgar and Emily. And I left so suddenly.
Mommy "deals" with my being gone by not thinking about it. Probably not the best way...but she is a human, not a cat, so I have to forgive her for not being purrfect. But coming on Catster tonight made her think of me so vividly that it was like a physical, stabbing pain.
I know she did the best thing for me, letting me go. I wish she knew it, truly knew it as well.