Poetry - Emily

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The Adventures of:
EMILY

Monday:

I sit here at my computer. It is 1:00 a.m. in the morning. [(I know - redundancy but it's late)]. I am in my nightwear ready for bed and I am stoned. I smoked some pot before I came and sat down in front of this computer. I am enjoying chewing on my treat for the night - some sugared papaya chunks. MM... they are soooooo good tonight. :) The packaging for the fruit is cellophane. Really crinkly sounding. I have but two pieces of my papaya left. I reach in and take one of the morsals and the crinkling has attracted Emily... my cat, a little thing (small for her age) grey and white long-haired cat. Enticed by the rattling of my package of goodies she comes to me to investigate. This is a rare opportunity to interact with Emily. Emily is rather stand-offish and does not often allow such a personal closness. She, instead, prefers to be on the side-lines waiting for something interesting to come along. Then she is all friendly. To a point. Touching is out unless it is by my foot (I imprinted her on my foot by mistake when she was a little kitten - kinda like a duck imprinting on the first thing it sees. But that's another story)

I allow her to smell the papaya package and she is intrigued by the crackle of the cellophane and the unusual odor of a new food. She is a fast one, and before I can stop her she has her paw in the bag and the last piece of papaya hits the floor. It has gone from a pleasant food for me to enjoy to a fascinating toy for Emily - each use of the papaya has provided pleasure. She derived as much pleasure batting that chunk around the room, pretending it was unsuspecting prey, as I did eating it and savouring the delicious flavour dreaming of tropical places.

Wednesday:

Emily is normally underfoot at all times. She follows me through the house all day, keeping close. You see she has imprinted on me, or should I elaborate that and say, on my feet. LOL. Silly little goose. I must tell you of Emily's arrival into our family. She arrived one night cupped in my son's large hands, meant for his fiance. She (Emily - yet unnamed) was the smallest little bundle of filthy kitten I had ever seen. She was covered in pig shit, bedraggled and smelly. I fell in love with her immediately. She was too young to have been taken from her mother, though I don't think she would have fared very well on that pig farm.... yuck! poor little things... the cats out there not the pigs. :) Anyways, I am digressing... back to Emily. We cleaned her up running her uncerimonisally under the bathroom tap soaping her up and rinsing her. We then wrapped her in a towl and bundled her off to the kitchen where we carefully blew her dry with the hairdryer on the lowsetting, Each second passing during this process she was stealing my heart even more. She was so pretty, so soft, so helpless. Her markings are striking. She has a white background with grey as a saddle, a grey blaze down the right side of her nose, covering her eye and becoming a skull-cap going over her ears and she has a grey tail. She is beautiful. Too late, the heck with the fiance, I had to have the cat. I became obsessed with her. I sat for hours watching her sleep, eat and investigate her new world. I couldn't leave her side and she couldn't leave mine. We were meant for each other. The first week we had her she was too young to eat on her own and had to be hand fed. The only stuff I had in the house was some babyfood (pablum) and an eye-dropper, so thats what she ate for a few days until I could teach her to get her food from a bowl. She was quick to learn and even figured out the litter box on her own. I couldn't let her leave my side and she slept in a basket at my feet for weeks. Silly me - I was too lazy to lean over and stroke her so I petted her with my feet. Well, that did it, where-ever my feet go, so goes Emily. She is full grown now in height and length but with thicken out this year. Her coat is beautiful. Her mane has grown a full inch longer than the rest of her fur. She looks a little silly with that large ruff, so we are hoping the rest of her coat will catch up this year.