Drama Queen

I'm an animal lover. Have had members of the animal kingdom with me since I can remember. Cats, dogs, my white rat, Sugar, fish, etc.  Given living arrangements and feline longevity cats have ruled the roost more often than dogs. My brother and sister combo, Cooper and Emma are in their 11th year. I remain amused by them daily because of their distinct personality differences.  Emma lives in Emma-land where she is the focal point of all things, especially Pounces, those crunchy cat snacks.  Cooper on the other hand is my guardian angel, forever concerned about me and thus has to be near me as close and often as he can be.  He hates it when I'm on the cell phone, hates it.   Starts talking to express his displeasure. It's funny.  Emma amuses me when I need to move her. Although she doesn't wiggle to get free she instead lays motionless as she's carried across a room but wails like her toenails are being pulled from their sockets. Wails, not loudly, but a persistent and faux, "help me, I'm dying," meow. And once she placed on the bed or couch or chair, stops the drama, and has a look on her face that says, "oh this is nice," and promptly falls asleep.  My drama queen makes me laugh daily.