Braaaaaaains

This is Emily.

Emily, helping me pinbaste a quilt

She is 13 years old and follows me everywhere. EVERYwhere. If you ever videochat with me, you’ll see me throw the cat off the table probably about every 15 seconds or so.

ANYWAY. She also talks a lot, apparently as calico kitties have a tendency to do. Her voice is raspy and soft, and we have accused her of smoking all of her life. (She does not smoke, by the way. In case you were wondering.)

Kitty is also neurotic. She rips holes in herself when under stress. I was out of town at ScrapShare Texas last weekend. For Emily, who follows me EVERYwhere, this = stress. So she has ripped three holes in herself: left shoulder, right chest, and chin.

This morning, Jay said that she looked like a zombie. And then he said, in the exact tone and volume in which she meows, “Braaaaaains!”

Every time she has talked today, which is a lot, I hear “Braaaaaaaains!” and it makes me laugh.

Just thought I’d share. Maybe it’s not as funny to you, but I find it totally hilarious.