the whirling dervish

If you’ve been reading these pages for any length of time, you’ll know exactly who I mean by the title above - our very own acrobatic cat, Emmaline. You’ve read emailed reports from roomie about her daily antics, you’ve seen her vaulting after cat toys, you’ve seen the blur of her little black and white body as she maneuvers deftly under and around (and sometimes through) furniture.

Did you know she has a quiet contemplative side?

Emmaline ponders the poetry of birdsongs.

Of course, it only lasts about 23 seconds. You know this is more the norm:

But one of her heretofore hidden talents is music - she plays a mean scratching post.

Happy weekend everyone!

Update from roomie: Well, this morning was the best single participant pillow fight ever. She has been carrying it around in her mouth, tossing it, kicking it, playing hockey, rolling over it, chasing it, and catching it. She even fell backwards and knocked over the scratching post and turned her bed upside down. She is in the bed again now rocking back and forth tipping it like a dingy from side to side. She threw the pillow out of the bed, crouched down inside the bed as if she were stalking it, then jumped out on top of it in the most ferocious manner and threw herself, with pillow, against the sliding glass door. This has been going on for a long time now with no signs of stopping. Occasionally she will jump on my knees or shoulder to ask how my project is coming along and condole with me that I don’t have something more interesting to do.

Earlier she was clacking at birds, jumping on the back of my “leather” computer chair (yikes) on top of the elliptical LCD panel (good thing there is a cover on that). Oh, she has just stopped tussling so she can pull the whiskers off the little blue mouse.

~ by nikkipolani on April 4, 2008.