This is Emmie. She’s one of what I like to call my “multiple personalities” (aka past lives that my husband says we’ve been through and I don’t know if they’re real so I just figure I’m crazy sometimes lol Seriously, I wonder about myself sometimes.) She’s actually the reason I met my husband. We’ll get to that later.

Emmie actually started out as one of my numerous avatars on Furcadia and started her life known as “Chibiusa Inkei”. (I’ve also been a feline named “Amagasaki…” something or other, can’t remember the last name. At one point, I also had a canine character named “Pele Merengue”.) I created her just to see if people would notice that her last name meant “penis” in Japanese. A couple did, and I had fun freaking them out. She was basically an avatar to mess with people. I’d go to random parts of Furcadia and just do weird stuff, listen in on conversations, dream hop, etc. I’m not sure what color she started out as. The colors she is now, are the colors from when I met my hubby.

I was just sitting in my usual spot in a tower, and he couldn’t figure out how to get in. It was so cute. I actually had to get up and lead him in. I remember the giddy feeling I had after staying up talking to him all night and into morning. It was unlike any feeling I had ever had before. We both knew we were the ones for each other.

Eventually, he told me we were together as our furres in a past life. Do I buy that? I’m not sure. As a Christian, past lives aren’t supposed to be real…I think. But, then again, as a Christian, I believe God is super l337, all-powerful, and capable of anything. I guess there could be the possibility that God recycles our souls if we need a little more time on Earth. I dunno.

Regardless or not of past lives, this little kitty/raccoon/tigress is madly in love with her fox/wolf/dragon husband (He also thinks he may have been a phoenix. Good grief that’s a lot of lives.).

He’s a rather large and very tricky fox. Wish his wolfy side would come out to play more than his tricky fox self. My feline curiosity drives me insane sometimes. And yes, I dig around in the dumpster like a little raccoon (Actually rescued a trapped one from our dumpster last year. Cute little guy.). Our neighbors throw away perfectly good items. If we can’t use them, I just clean them up and send them to GoodWill since our neighbors are too lazy to take anything up there. I do have quite a bit of fire in me at times. I suppose that’s where the tigress comes in. I have no idea where the dragon comes in for my hubby. I’m the one who hoards money. He does have a lot of jewelry and has a tendency to take mine, though…

You may be wondering how “Chibiusa” went to “Emmie”. After a while, I thought over the concept of me being Chibiusa in a past life and felt that my name was Emmalene (Em-mah-leen), not Chibiusa.

So, now you know the story. I was a bit uncomfortable with the whole furre thing at first. Because of other things which don’t need to be dug up again, it kinda made me feel like I wasn’t good enough just being a human.

I’m starting to embrace again, though. I really wish I could have real kitty ears. I get jealous of the way “little brother” (my parent’s cat) can flip his ears all around. I wish I could do that…