It is 6 am and I am awake on a Saturday for no good reason! Bah. I have a cold and it woke me up, so I decided to just get up and play on the computer. I thought I would add something to my blog and see if I could download some pictures. This entry will be about my very bad cat Emma. Emma is 9 years old now and has been with me since she was just a very small kitten. She had the biggest ears when she was a baby, thankfully she grew into them! The reason I call her bad is that often she does not play nice. She likes to bite and attack my ankles (she'll wrap her paws around my ankles and take a chomp out!). Other times she'll be sitting beside me and just reach out and bite. Now interestingly she does not do that to Geoff. hmm. But, Geoff who was never one for cats, but Emma has won him over. She now goes to the 'spa' (this is what Geoff calls it). The spa is when she crawls up into Geoff's lap and he brushes her. She thinks that is the greatest thing! I am glad that she is in our lives as she brings a lot of joy even with the scars on my legs!
A little history on the bad cat...when Susan and I were first roommates, I really missed my dog. We weren't allowed dogs in our apartment, but we could have a cat. So off we went to the SPCA to look at cats. We first went into the adult cat section and Susan found one that she quite liked. Interestingly she could barely lift this cat. He was HUGE! Plus, the fact that he was only a year old, all I could think of was 'health problems!.' After looking at the adult cats we went where the kittens were. We were watching and there looked like one that was kind of being picked on by the other kittens. This little kitten got away and went onto a ledge and was looking longingly out the window. How sad. I looked at her collar and her name was Sheba. Well, it was meant to be...that was my dogs name. So off we went with our new little Emma (we changed the name). We also found out that she had an interesting history. Emma's mother, her sister and Emma were found in a box on the railroad tracks in Nanaimo. Somebody found them and took them to the Women's Shelter, the shelter in turn took them to the SPCA. So she had a slightly hard start to her little life.
Shortly after bringing her home we found out why she was being picked on. Of course, Susan and I didn't see what happened before the 'picking on' but we think Emma probably started it!!! Ha, ha. I remember one of the first nights shortly after we brought her home, it was so funny. Cats are often nocturnal, so she would get very busy. At the time Susan and I were nursing students, we studied lots (well, you know) and went to bed late. When we went to bed, it was because we were tired. Well, Emma thought this was the time to play. Susan and I each had our own room, so Emma would jump on one bed, play all around and then go to the other bed. Back and forth, back and forth. One night we decided to close our doors. Well, Emma was smarter than we thought. Our bedrooms were down a hallway, so Emma would start at the farthest end of the hallway, starting running and body slam herself on our doors. She did this until Susan finally opened her door. For a little kitten she had a powerful bodyslam! Needless to say Emma pretty much had us wrapped around her little paw.
She is a little different in some of her behaviours, I have a friend who works at a Veterinary clinic and she said that that makes her 'special.' I think that is cute. Emma likes to pull out her belly fur. Her stomach is completely bald. I took her to the vet and they couldn't really find anything wrong with her. Thought she might need some medications. Didn't touch her. She certainly is special!
Well, I think I better close this post and see if I can do some other productive things, perhaps finally clean out this office! Wish me luck...
