Our furry family member

by Jonas

I pad down the stairs and slip onto the rug quietly. My fur shimmers in the light and my tail swishes. My nose catches wind of a scent that makes my tail stop swishing: fresh tuna and boiling water. I pay no attention to the boiling water and slink into the kitchen. I hesitate as a cacophony of sound crashes onto my ears. My ears flatten and I shrink back as loud footsteps pound across the floor. Someone talks loudly, and I take a step backwards again. Feet come toward me, and then, suddenly, a can of tuna is on the floor. Everything else pounding on my senses becomes blurry and faded. The taste of tuna on my small, pink tongue is heavenly. As soon as the can is licked clean, I retreat back upstairs to the quiet and slip under a bed for a nap.

Emma, our beloved and oft mistreated cat of 12.5 years

P.S. This is not an obituary! This was a writing assignment, and I thought, hey, I haven't ever blogged about Emma!