Emmy is doing pretty well. I’m pretty sure that she doesn’t know that anything is wrong. I made her a birthday steak last night as she just turned nine. She looks pretty darn happy. (The steak was on a dessert plate and about the size of my fist. I didn’t use any oil on the pan or seasoning.) I believe her actual birthday is sometime in January, but I had adopted her at 11 months on February 11, 2007 so I like to celebrate her birthday when she was adopted since there is a definitive date.