In Love with a Cat : Pretty is

As I was on my way to work this morning, LB called to see how my drive was going – basically if I was okay – as he usually does. While we were chatting, he was telling me about Elvis watching a lizard out the window.

In case I haven’t mentioned before, Elvis is my cat.

He will be eight years old this September and has been with me since he was three months old.

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.
We took him home.

My plan was to keep him for the next several days before Christmas and then take him to Stephanie on Christmas morning.

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.

The decision was made that I would keep Elvis and go back to the Humane Society for another rescue.

Exactly one week later, we went back and adopted Aymie. She and Stephanie are inseparable.

Elvis has been on numerous trips with me. He has been 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 hears me come home, he comes running. He then leads me to the living room for some hello-let’s-have-a-brush time.

He 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

Or when he sniffs out the gum in my handbag