Elvis is a rescue kitty.
It was December 12, 2009 and my plan was to give my oldest daughter Stephanie a kitten for Christmas. LB and I went to the Humane Society and looked at all the adorable kitties that were living there. Some of them were in crates; some of them were playing together in the Kitty Cabana. As we walked into the Kitty Cabana I noticed one little black fur ball scurry behind a kitty play set. Of course I went after him. Given the fact that he was so skittish, I was surprised that he let me pick him up. Not only did he let me pick him up, he let me hold him close and snuggle.
I had found a winner!
It was only a few days that he was with us and I knew I wasn’t going to be able to part with him.Exactly one week later, we went back and adopted Aymie. She and Stephanie are inseparable. Aymie is obviously a good sport.
She will also be 8 years old in October.
Elvis has been on numerous trips and through several moves with me. He tolerates no visitors and hides under the bed as soon as he is aware that company has arrived. To most people, he seems very unsociable.
However, when he detects that his mama has arrived home, he comes running. He then leads me to the living room for some hello-let’s-have-a-brush time.
Elvis sleeps on my bed at my feet. He is anxious for me to get up in the morning and has been known to sit by my head and pat my nose. His favorite time is when I’m sitting in my living room chair letting him sleep on my lap. He is sleeping on my lap as I type this post. He is just a precious little fur ball, and I’m so happy to have him in my life.