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Emmy
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Age: |
Six years old
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Female
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Domestic Medium-Hair
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| Home: |
Hamilton, Massachusetts, USA
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Our
gentle Miss Emmy is commonly known as Peep, The Peepinator, etc., because
of her soft, squeaky meow. She raises her voice only if accidentally stepped
on, or if she really wants something, such as a piece of lettuce, or having
the sink faucet turned on for a sip. Besides yummy green leafies and the
occasional saucer of tuna juice, the only human food she enjoys is milk, which
has given rise to her criminal alias, "The Dainty Paw", since that's what
she'll dip in your milk glass (when she isn't shoving her whole face in). She
also gnaws string, elastics, and leather shoe laces, if we're not careful.
Peep is an inside kitty, and though she'll lurk around doors, she doesn't
really try to escape. She once pushed out a cellar window screen and got
stuck in "the Big Room" (i.e., outside), and was pretty relieved when we let
her back in! One of her favorite perches in warm weather is on a chair next
to the back screen door; if you start moving a chair, she'll hop right up,
thus earning her the nickname "circus kitty." During the day she often
snoozes behind the computer monitor (turning the window curtains into fur
drapes with her shedding), and at night she always sleeps with the kid of the
house. She really dislikes being picked up, and will cuddle on just Mom's lap
(and then only if it's quiet). She is reserved around new people and won't
let them pat her, but she doesn't hide, just sits a safe distance away and stares.
Peep has very soft fur with beautiful markings, including an orange flame on
her forehead, and her tail is quite an impressive brush. One of her best
tricks is her ability to not just shed individual hairs, but actually eject
large "cat puffs" of fur onto the rugs, stairs, etc. We made up a little
ditty about it (I'm sure she thinks it's lame), sung to the tune of "Puff the
Magic Dragon":
Peep the hairy kitty sheds through the house
And every tuft that she puffs off is bigger than a mouse! [repeat]
Emmy came to us as a tiny eight-week-old handful of fluff and has now grown
into a lovely girl, and we hope to enjoy her company for many more years.
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