Friday Cat Blogging

Emma. Like her brother, Emma has psychological problems that range from the endearing to the downright bizarre. Weaned a few weeks too soon, she has always had something of a compensatory oral fixation, which she demonstrates by nursing on her stuffed animals and attaching herself to exposed human flesh — necks and wrists especially — whenever possible. After a dozen years I’ve more or less resigned myself to Emma’s peculiar habit, though my wife insists that her problems might be cured by a few weeks of bottle-feeding. The wife and I have agreed to disagree on the issue. In addition to her infantile tics, Emma also shows strong maternal instincts toward inanimate objects. When she’s not climbing all over her humans, Emma spends most nights dragging socks, iPod headphones, baby shoes, plastic bags and various unmentionables around the house, to what purpose I cannot precisely say.

And while she does not share her brother’s enthusiasm for liquid bread, Emma has been known from time to time to bury her face in a glass of white wine — the cheaper the better, which suggests that cats are inclined to share their caregiver’s taste in booze.