The Rising (3/4/15)

Emily has been a fan of Bruce Springsteen since she was a kitten. She is usually more interested in groove-heavy blues rock, but the Boss has a certain special something that she cannot deny. His on stage athletics mirror her own house-racing ways. Today Emily rose up and "reached for the stars" (her term for getting up on her hind legs to try and reach some peanut butter).  While "reaching for the stars" (again, what she calls getting up on her hind legs to try and reach some peanut butter) she also harkened back to Bruce Springsteen's 2001 hit album and song, "The Rising."

First she looks up, noticing the peanut butter. Realizing that the peanut butter was beyond her earthbound grasp, she raises slowly into the air like a towering juggernaut of cattitude "reaching for the stars" (see above) to attain her just reward. At the last minute, having tasted the sweet nectar of victory (peanut butter) she descends slowly, regally, licking her lips. Sated, this majestic house-tiger returns to her four-footed ways, content in the knowledge that no peanut butter is beyond her grasp and no goal is too lofty for her to attain. She has RISEN and tasted the thin air at the top of the world this night, and she knows that she is truly a descendent of Bastet.