Emmie.

Meet Lizzie's daughter Emmie, yet another gift from the same woman who gave us Lizzie. She was introduced as a boy named Fudge (Fudge? Who names a member of their family Fudge?) who turned out to be a girl. We got to know her as she ran around our yard, sometimes cold, sometimes hungry, but never loved the way she deserved to be. Sandi asked if we could keep her and our neighbor said we could if we promised to continue letting her spend time outside. We agreed--and never let her out again.

A digression: we have taken four outdoor cats inside and not one of them has shown the slightest desire to return to cold, wet, and danger. They have been manifestly content to live in their own little world, and even occasionally allow a couple of humans to join them.


This is how we first knew Emmie, May, 2004: skittish, wary, and afraid.

Here's Emmie, December, 2008. Does she look like she misses being outside?