Age: 16 Years Sex: Female Weight: 12 lbs.
|Home:East Toronto, ON, Canada ||[I have a diary!] |
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May 19th 2000
Being groomed; having my belly rubbed; getting my behind rubbed when I eat; sitting in laps; chasing and eating bugs; grooming Tig; watching t.v. with my Mom; bird-watching at the window
Being hit by my boyfriend Tigger; the vacuum cleaner; non-cat people; late dinners; being left at home alone; seeing the vet; getting my nails trimmed; loud noises
I love to bat and chase my toy spring
Favorite Nap Spot:
My basket, the bed, any papers or bags left on the floor
I only eat dry food. Nothing else!!
I look so sweet that people always do what I want
Emmy had been owned by an older lady who gave her up when she moved to a retirement home. Then she was adopted by a couple who took her back to the shelter because she wouldn't cover her stool! Emmy was attacked, while eating, by a gang of other cats at the shelter. They scratched her, knocked out a tooth, and split her face open, so she needed stitches. She was recovering from her injuries, depressed, skinny, and frightened when we met. When I first spoke to her, she began shivering in fear!
When we brought her home from the shelter she hid for the first few hours. Over the next few days she began behaving strangely. She regularly cried and began adopting odd body postures. We took her to the vet and found out she had fleas, ear mites, and was going into heat! Poor girl...
I have a boyfriend Tigger, who lives with us. He loves me, but sometimes he hits me!! I love getting my behind patted when I eat because it soothes me, and helps remove the terrible memories of being gang-attacked while I was eating, by the shelter cats. I am almost always in a good mood, and have NEVER intentionally bitten or scratched my Mom. I get scared really easily, but I'm also SO affectionate that my Mom had to put that I'm "affectionate" rather than "timid" on the personality chart on this page. I love to sit in people's laps, and I blow my cheeks way out like a puffer-fish whenever I purr and am feeling warm and fuzzy. I'm really good at kneading! My Mom has Fibromyalgia and I snuggle up with her and make her feel a lot better when she's sick.
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June 1st 2008 2:31 am
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Wow, I am Angelina Jolie!
"Just like with Hollywood superhero Angelina Jolie, they broke the mold after they created Emmy!
Defying the conventional meaning of the word pawpular, Emmy can't scratch behind an ear without it being reported and talked about. Emmy leaves pets of the opposite sex blubbering and babbling nonsensically after each encounter, their cuteness and charm receptors bubbling over with excitement. Always one to entice a broad audience, Emmy not only loves to strut her stuff on the catwalk, but digs every chance she gets to make a difference, adopt a pet in need or dish out for her favorite charity."
It's true, when Meowmy has other humans over, I am usually the one they are drawn to....They say how pretty and sweet I am, they say I carry myself like a real lady when I walk around. And I am the caregiver of my home...I groom Tig and Meowmy and snuggle with them when I sense they are feeling bad. Meowmy thinks I am the star of our home! (Who is "Angelina Jolie?).
May 30th 2008 4:55 pm
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My Tigger had been mean to me for a while, then he went a little wonky for a few hours and threw up on our Meowmy's bed while she was out for a few minutes last Saturday morning. She came home and started yelling for us because Tig always greets her at the door and he wasn't around, and neither was I. Then she saw that somekitty had been sick on the bed and she went frantic trying to find us. But we were in behind a bunch of stuff stored under the bed. Tig had crawled under an old bag of stuff 'cause he thought he was gonna die and I was in there with him, nursing him. I crawled out to comfort her but that just seemed to make her more concerned.
Mom called a bunch of humans, I guess to try to figure out what to do about Tig, and then she moved the furniture and pulled Tig out, and took him away in that "travelling box" that Tig and I are both scared of. She told me that things would be okay, but she came home a few hours later by herself, and I had NO IDEA about Tig. I crawled up in her arms a lot and was sweet to her while my Tig was gone. He was gone for a few night-and-days.
One afternoon she pulled the travelling box out and put it by the front door. I started to run away because I didn't want to get trapped in that thing, but she told me: "That is for Tig. He is coming home tonight.", and I figured everything would be okay. When she brought the box home again I was so excited, I had my head cocked sideways to watch for my Tig to come out of that box. And he did!
May 16th 2008 11:24 am
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My Mom told us she's going out for a lobster dinner tonight, and I'm really afraid for her, 'cause I know what lobsters are! A few years ago, a man came to our door with a big cooler full of them. When my Mom took the top off of it, they were UGLY and they were ALIVE! I only got close enough to smell them (YUK!) but Tig tried to play with one when he saw it's antennae move, and it pinched him with its big bluish-green claw! I ran away to the other room with Tigger, but when I peeked around the corner, later, I saw my Mom fighting to put one of those monsters into a pot of steaming water on the stove! I heard it cry out, and I took cover, again, in the next room. I don't know for sure, but I think one or more of them attacked my Mom 'cause a few minutes later I heard her pounding on one, breaking its shell with a hammer. It must've been a nasty battle 'cause the pounding went on for a long time, and I never saw any lobsters around the house again!
Why is Mom going to dinner with those ugly monsters when she could stay home and be safe with us?
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