It’s a home run!
Emma’s a real sweetheart, she really is, but not if you’re a feathered cat toy.
Tag: black cat
Swing and a Miss!
The feathered toy evades Emma’s deadly grasp.
Emma & Me
This wasn’t the portrait of the two of us I originally wanted. In the morning Emma was in bed with me and when I rolled over to curl up beside her, she wrapped her paws around my arm. I thought it would make a cute picture so I tried to ease away and get the camera but she followed me downstairs. Later in the afternoon we played with by far her favorite cat toy, the feathered one, I didn’t mean to get my hand in the picture but I like how it turned out.
Emma Shows Me Up
When Emma first came to live with us, she was immediately taken with our furry mice and convinced she could train them. I was equally convinced she couldn’t. So you can imagine my chagrin one day when I’m playing with Sam and look over and see that Emma had trained one of the mice to stand on its tip-toes.
She’s never let me forget it.
Emma-nent Domain
Someone stop me from making these bad puns, I can’t help myself! A recent photo of Emma relaxing in the backyard.
Sammy Lives!
Perhaps a better question to have asked is “Is this the end of Emma?”.
Is This the End of Sammy?
You’ll have to tune in tomorrow to find out. Same cat time, same cat channel.
The Law of Jaw and Claw
I trimmed the claws of all three cats today, and even though Sam wasn’t too happy about it at the time, if you’ll look at Emma’s paw I think he was appreciative of it later. No matter how it looks, this was all in good fun and part of their normal horseplay. Sam is still smaller than Emma but at least it’s not as lopsided as it used to be — not that his small size ever stopped Sam from rough-housing as a kitten.
Disparity
Another of Emma’s traits that showed early is that she’s pretty good about playing on her own (at least until she shoves her toys behind a door). I also like how this picture shows the size disparity between the two cats at the time.
I Know I’m Just A Little Kitten Emma …
… and there are a lot of things I don’t know, but how exactly are we supposed to play with our mice if you keep shoving them under the door?
This is one of Emma’s traits that showed itself right from the beginning.
Boolie 