So far, E has been the most difficult letter in the ABC-Along. I’ve been rolling ideas around for days, indecisively, but it wasn’t until this afternoon that the right E came to me.
E is for Emma. I hadn’t planned on trotting out pictures of all my old pets, but this is Emma, for goodness’ sake. She came to me in 1983, fluffy gray tail and all, and stayed by my side until 1999. She was a little thing, very long haired, quite talkative, a bit sassy, and often persnickety. But she was also, along with my dog Jillaroo, a wise and steadfast companion. She had a habit of staying close and watchful, often on my shoulder or in my lap, and being my little fur guardian.
Oh, that little Emma.
She’s still watching out for me, she is. I take it for granted that she is on the bed at night, next to the pillow, and Annabelle seems to know it, too. How many times have I felt a cat walking across the covers, only to look down and see that Annabelle’s not even there? It’s Emma, come to sleep by my head. 
Emma was also, apparently, a good sport. This is a picture that should embarrass the average cat (or the chaotic kind), but she must have “agreed” to pose in a teddy bear hat and scarf I made for one of the kids. I think my niece, the Big R, took this picture when she was about eight years old. Emma was about nine. I’m sorry, Little One, but it fit you perfectly.
Not a day goes by that I don’t remember something nice about Miss Emma. Finding this picture made my day!
Not Plain Jane 