Scratcher of heads, rubber of bellies
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.
Someone stop me from making these bad puns, I can’t help myself! A recent photo of Emma relaxing in the backyard.
I can’t find him anywhere.
As you can see from yesterday’s post, little Sam is quite the wrestler but this hasn’t always been the case. During his first week with us, even this little furry mouse was able to pin him to the floor. Cut him some slack though, he was just a little kitten.
Perhaps a better question to have asked is “Is this the end of Emma?”.
You’ll have to tune in tomorrow to find out. Same cat time, same cat channel.
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.
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.
… 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.
Emma had been with us about a week and was sitting in the nice light of the late afternoon sun. We were still getting to know each other and while she was more than ready to be out of isolation, she was otherwise very good-natured and playful. I wanted to capture that expression on film but she must have squinted a bit when I tripped the shutter, turning her expression from peaceful to severe, so I didn’t end up portraying Emma as she truly is.
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