When you go on as many adventures as Emily does, you get dirty. It's just a fact. As a result, it is important to make the time to clean up. This is something Emily does every day. Whether on a couch, a chair, an ottoman, or the middle of the floor in the spot where someone was about to walk, she'll make the time to keep herself pristine.
The paws are usually first since they have usually traveled the roughest. Then her sides and back, then her tail. This routine then finishes with a once-over of her head ears and, last but not least, as featured yesterday, her whiskers. These ablutions keep Emily in tip-top shape, ready for whatever challenges the day may pose, and whatever adventures lie in the next mile on the road of life.
Emily has found many creative answers to the question, "What time is it!?!" When asked she is as likely to respond, "Time for you to get a watch." as she is, "11:23am." Today, when asked she had one resounding answer: Whisker Time! Feeling her oats and full of fight, Emily was in the mood to display her face-hairs in the early morning light. Stretching her lip muscles and flexing her eyebrows, her whiskers were extended to their full length. An impressive sight indeed.
Emily takes good care of her vibrissae (aka whiskers -- Emily likes the official terms because they are, as she says, "more imposing."), cleaning and preening, not out of vanity, but out of necessity. As the apex predator in her environment she has to maintain all of the tools at her disposal for hunting down and catching intruders. Since she has to put her mystacial vibrissae (aka, lip whiskers -- Emily insists on the latin because it is, "more important sounding and befits my regal bearing.") to work regularly when tracking her prey, she will often pay extra attention to keeping them clean. While she would not answer specific questions about how exactly her vibrissae work, they clearly aid in her predatory endeavors and, the look pretty darn fantastic too!
There are many ways to greet the day. Today, Emily did so with a primordial roar that echoed throughout her domain. Lion-like in its intensity and tiger-like in its power, her roar resounded bouncing off of walls, tables, and countertops alike. The ferocity and power of this explosion of feline energy was matched only by the grace with which she executed the roar itself; stretching her head back and opening her mouth wide.
While other were sleeping in and lollygagging about, Emily was doing her cat-business. There is nothing like an early morning roar to help prepare for breakfast, assorted playing/running/looking at things activities, and any and all other adventures that lay in store for a frisky feline. Though she does not roar often, she does so well, which is why today we feature Emily's Slow Mo ROAR!!!
Emily has never been a big eater. She always has her fill, but does not want to feel overstuffed. She snacks throughout the day and when mealtimes come, she is ready to dig in. Being too full has its dangers. If she is sated and drowsy, any miscreant might sneak up and catch her unawares. To ensure that this never happens, Emily has enough to be full and never more.
Today, after patiently waiting for her breakfast, Emily dug in with gusto. Her unsuspecting pate-prey trapped in its bowl was no match for her fang-filled assault. Snapping and gnashing she quickly demolished it and crowned herself Queen of Breakfast, Ruler of the Four Food Groups, and Protector of all Things Culinary. She rules still with none to threaten her crown.
Under the cover of darkness, Emily launched an investigation. She had discovered something strange on her table and, curious cat that she is, she immediately began to find out all she could. First using her paws and then involving her jaws, she batted and clawed at the odd metallic objects, only to discover they were...keys!
Using the shadows and the dark to disguise her movements, Emily continued to play with them. Her ability to blend in to the darkness, even with her bright fur, is commendable. Trained in stealth and secrecy, Emily knows how to silently stalk the edges of night. The darkness was so complete that our camera could barely capture her in the act. Rest assured, once she found them, the keys didn't have a chance. When the Slow Mo Cat is on the case, there is nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.
Spring has sprung! At long last, Emily can yet again bask in the warming glow of the sun. This morning she takes up a perch on the window sill where she can not only enjoy the warm rays, but also keep a close eye on the goings on outside. One of Emily's main criteria in choosing a perch has to do with how much she can see from where she sets up shop. In this case, there are three reasons the windowsill is perfect.
1. Sun. It is warm when the sun shines in. Always appreciative of natural warmth (though not hot springs because they are made of water, obviously) Emily relishes the opportunity to soak up some rays.
2. Proximity to the Outdoors. Though she herself no longer ventures into the great outdoors, her love of the natural world and the obvious joy she gets from the gusts of wind that come in through the window have not diminished.
3. Monitoring. From the windowsill, Emily can see and hear all while remaining almost invisible behind the screen. Like a secret agent she prowls, viewing and noting the goings on for future reference. What's not to love!
Also, as if there needed to be another reason, Emily looks great in the sun. It makes her fur sparkle and her face shine.
Emily is known by many names. Today she added a new one to the list: "Comfy Kitty." As she rested in the sun this morning, she attained this title by achieving a level of relaxation and contentment rarely seen. Even whens he raised her head to yawn, she was clearly still a bundle of relaxation.
How did she achieve this? It is all down to The Blue Blanket. A fuzzy concoction equal parts wool and cloud, it forms the perfect warm, but not stifling, snuggly, but not stifling surface for Emily to stretch out on. With the help of The Blue Blanket, she can attain heights of rest and relaxation only dreamed of by past generations.
