Introducing Ms. Emma Furbutts
Art has Friday Cat Blogging Day.
Rachel has Sunday Cat Blogging Day.
Kerri has Whenever-Sausage-Does-Something-Ridiculously-Adorable Cat Blogging Day.
So I'm claiming Saturday as Emma Cat Blogging Day.
Emma Furbutts (a.k.a. Chub Chubs and Terror Kitty - and you thought the nickname "Sausage" was bad) is my family's cat. She's three and a half years old and we adopted her from a kitty foster care service. We named her Avis, the Rent-a-Kitty. We originally were going to keep her for just three weeks, but Mom loved her sooo much she just couldn't give her back. Once we officially adopted her, Mom made us change her name to something more appropriate.
Little did we know how crazy she is. Emma rarely likes being touched unless she's in the right mood. She can go from calm and playful to attack mode in a flash. She likes to sharpen her claws on our living room furniture, she gets cat hair everywhere (hence the towel on our living room chair) and sometimes goes bounding around the house likes she's running a marathon. We have no idea what Emma is chasing or why, but she does it.