Tuxie Time

Kitties call me Emma the cookie thief!

You wanna know why? Let me begin by saying I am not a sociable kitty. When the humans have company I stay upstairs far away from the all the unfriendly human faces and weird smells. Over the weekend, mom's long-lost cousin was in the neighborhood and dropped by to meet mommy. While they were chitchatting and sipping some cold drinks and munching on delicious smelling cookie, Buster and I joined them. Joined them! I even lounged on the arm rest of the couch while these foreign faces gave me scritches. I welcomed them.

Then, when I realized it's just me and Buster that weren't eating cookies, I decided to rectify the ommision.

I went and helped myself and swatted a cookie out of the tray and the cookie landed on the coffee table. Then I swatted it one more time and it landed on the rug without a noise and I licked the buttery goodness of the cookie.

Mom and the uncles who know me were flabbergasted. I shocked the heck out of them. I stole a cookie, and I licked it and I liked it. So there, I drooled on the cookie because tuxies rule!!!!!