I once wrote about how super awesome I am. And it is true. I am super awesome Emeril. But mommy is also super awesome, although not quite as super awesome as me. On a scale of 1-10, I am a 25. Mommy is a 10. ... [Read more]

Okay, I confess—Emeril is giving me a complex. He has become absolutely obsessed with going outside. Not the big, bad outdoors full of moving vehicles and flying birdies. Nope. He's not that brave! He just wants to hang out in the hallway of my apartment building. ... [Read more]

I've been reading about the mayor of a small town in Alaska named Stubbs. And yes, he is a cat. First this catches my attention because my childhood cat was named Tubbs, so I naturally have a fondness for cats with similar names. And secondly, how awesome would a cat mayor be? ... [Read more]

Mommy is tired and asked me to fill in for her today. Meow! Of course, I will help out, because I am the most handsome, smartest and kindest kitty ever. ... [Read more]

Mom is mad at me. Again. She is always complaining. She told me that I am displaying behavior unbecoming of a feline. Whatever. She is displaying behavior unbecoming of a human. ... [Read more]

Emeril Wolfgang is back. Mommy switched my anti-nausea medication, and it did not go so well. I puked. A lot. Projectile vomit. She may have cried a bit. ... [Read more]