Elvis - Cat of the Week

He was only three weeks old, barely able to walk, scared out of his wits, cold, hungry, filthy dirty, crying pathetically, stranded in the enormous parking lot of a local Safeway... no place for a tiny little furball to be on his own. Fortunately, the vet hospital was right across the street, and one of the techs on her way to a coffee break found him. We showed up the next day with one of our cats, heard his story, took one look at him, and said, "We'll take him...!" We brought him home, bottle fed him for a couple of weeks, held him nearly constantly for several days before he finally stopped trembling, and more days later, finally heard him purr. He grew up and out, got real fluffy, learned that fingers make great chew-toys, and, somewhere along the line, developed a fun, if somewhat irascible personality. He loves attention, having his head scratched, sleeping in our laps and being underfoot. He does fun, silly stuff, is constantly on the wrong side of a closed door, eats everything put in front of him, then tries to steal everyone else's food and treats, and windmills, screams bloody murder, hisses, bites and scratches if you try to pick him up when he doesn't want to be picked up. He ambushes and chases Sarah from one end of the house to the other, then beats the crap out of her when he catches her (or she allows him to catch her), whereupon they pummel each other, screeching and growling and sending fur flying in all directions. Five minutes later they curl up on the futon in a tight kitty embrace and sleep for hours. He's been with us for almost eight years and we never know what to expect from him. All in all, a very interesting and challenging kid, and we love him to bits!

He can be very laid back...


Inelegant...

Silly...

Intense...

An opportunist...

And all cat...