Catblogging

I don't actually have a cat, but this is Elvis. He lives across the street from me now. He used to live with me, after Stella first found him in the park, starved and injured and almost dead, poor little thing -- and not even five weeks old. We didn't think he'd last the whole day.

That was about eight years ago.

I was working from home then, and home was an apartment not far from here where cats were not allowed. So when my friend went to Nicaragua for a couple of weeks, Elvis and I stayed with her dog, Stella. The two of them became inseperable very quickly, and he stayed there, very happily ever since.

Isn't he a beautiful cat? [Update: You might need to turn the brightness up on your monitor to see him. It's really hard to photograph shiny black mammals.]