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.

Rest in Peace, Abbey and Minuet, 1993 – 2009



Abbey had gotten dangerously thin, lethargic, and was losing strength and balance.

Minuet had had a stroke last spring, and didn’t walk very well. She fell off of chairs and counters and beds frequently, and had what may have been seizures.

Today we did the kindest thing that you can do as a pet owner, which is release them from their suffering.

They were littermates, and they came into this world together. They left together, too.

They will be missed.


Helen is a close talker. Well, kinda. Not really. She just likes to lean on me when she wants something. And hold her face really close to mine, I guess so I don’t forget she’s there. I hate it when things are close to my face. Lifetime pet peeve. Linus gets all up in my face, too. So does Emily, the calico.

And Alice likes to show me her treasures, which she holds less than an inch from my nose so I get the best view. Of blurry.

Why do they do that!?






Stand over there. Good.