Who needs prozac when they have purrzac?

We all know how in love I am with Emmy, my furchild.  She is the yin to my yang, my furry soul mate and the spice in my Szechuan-style shrimp.  She has been with me, literally, through thick and thin, feast and famine, hell and high water and I don't know how I would have survived the trials and tribulations of life without her.

I know that some day I won't have the benefit of  her love and affection (on her terms and in her time, of course), but until that time comes (and she's in excellent health), I am going to spend every possible minute with her that I can and that is one of the many MANY reasons I love being self-employed!  When she wants affection, I give it to her.  She gets the best treats and food available and to tend to  her health care needs, I have a vet (almost) on retainer.  The first thing I did when I came to visit my son was to ask the pet owners in the complex who the very best vet in the area was and after checking his references online, I have his phone number on speed dial and directions there in my navigational device.

 ~ long pause here because she draped herself across the keyboard making it impossible to type~

She has a cat tree, a heated cat bed, a ton of cat toys, a catio (think large, full sized window box that has been screened in and has two beds in it), and we are in the process of fully screening in the balcony at my son's house so she can really live it up in style while we are visiting in Denver. 

Of course, I'm not the only one that lets her have her way or dotes on her.  Here she is with my son's dear friend Salem.  She is helping him surf, as you can see.  

And here she is with most of the "gang".  I call this one The Cat and The Hats.

She is the life of the party, until she is tired.  Then she's just stick a fork in me done.