B is for Bolton: The Adventures of Emmi

I am a cat lover. I always have been, always will be. I even have a cat named Emmi. I am writing this post because Nugget steals all of Emmi's attention!

A few years ago, Clay and I headed to the Cabarrus Pet Society just to "look." I wanted a black, short-haired boy cat because that's what I grew up with. While driving there, I noticed something in the median of the road...a kitten. Of course I yelled for Clay to stop the car, jumped out, and grabbed this tiny, emaciated kitten. We immediately became friends as Emmi hissed and bit me out of fear. Clay ripped off his shirt to wrap her up and then we put her in a bag :) Upon inspection at the Pet Society, Emmi was infested with fleas and malnourished. Now she is clean as a whistle and plump from a life of love and ease. I always say that she is nothing I wanted but everything God knew I needed!

Despite what some may say, Emmi is a sweetie. You just have to understand cats and their body language to get her. Her favorite activities include snuggling with me, looking out the living room window while perched on the couch, and eating. Her favorite toy is any craft I am working on at the moment. She has trained me to open doors for her and pet her on demand, but I have trained her to "come" and "sit." We are best friends :)