Elvis came into our lives in 2007 by way of Monroe Vet Clinic. He was tiny little thing, injured and abandoned, and the wonderful doctors and staff cared for him until they could find just the right home for him. We had lost our elderly kitty a few months prior and our hearts were broken and our home was empty. We are so blessed that they trusted us with this amazing little miracle.
When we brought him home, this miraculous ball of black fur didn’t have a name. Because of his injury, he had (and still has) a distinct swing in his hips when he walks; add that to his jet black hair and wide vocal range, and the only logical name for our new family member: Elvis. As a kitten and young cat, Elvis was rambunctious, played fetch and tearing through the house with that swivel to his hips. Now, as a senior, Elvis has mellowed – some – he sleeps more, but he still has his sense of adventure when boxes and bags are involved. He enjoys a good belly rub and the occasional game of fetch. As he has grown wiser, we have noticed his favorite pastime is “marshalling his troops” or lining up all his toys – seriously, the cats lines up his catnip mice.
Our human sons are grown and gone, and Elvis has filled the empty spots in ways we never imagined possible. We’ve always had a cat, but Elvis is more than a cat. He’s part of our family and he has brought us so much joy and love.