Since Oliver had his own feature a few weeks ago, here's a little piece on my other cat, Emma. Three years ago, we said goodbye to our old cat, Ivan. I insisted on a "period of mourning" before getting the next cat. Three months later, we found a little calico kitten hiding in the rose bushes behind the house. It turns out she was a full-grown cat in dire need of food and flea medicine. As far as we can tell, she is probably eight years old now, just one less than Oliver. Every night she insists on sleeping right against my chest, which is cute, but not exactly comforting during those warm summer nights. Probably the cutest thing she does is "squeak" when you pick her up, hence her nickname "Squeakers". Right now she is sleeping, after what seemed like hours of banging on the closet door (there's nothing in there) or rubbing her face on sharp corners. It's really distracting when you're trying to do your homework.
Emma is painfully camera shy (she goes into hysterics when she hears the zooming of the lens), but I managed to get this one on my cell phone:
Fun fact: All of our cats' names start with vowels. At first this was a coincidence, but as of Emma, it has been intentional. Who's next? Alvin? Ursula? Yentl?
