i haven't mentioned elliot in a while.. thought he was due for an update. since being given his freedom to the outdoors at the new place, he has been outside 95% of the time. in fact, for a week or so, all i saw of elliot was a shadow here and there. i was convinced i was going to just have to leave food out for him and let him be the feral cat he was born as. but not so..
inside, he's often under the bed, inside the hole he's ripped in the box spring cover. but if i sit ON the bed, he'll scramble out and come up for petting.
now here's where it gets cute.. last night, i had a VEG-OUT-&-WATCH-TV night. he was on my lap the whole time.. at one point, he collapsed next to me, on his back, feet in the air, as i rubbed his belly. eventually, he'd settle in and start to nap in a little furball, but if i dared to MOVE, he'd wake up and run back up by my face for more petting. and if i don't pet, he just rubs against my hand anyway...
even in his awkward teenager state, elliot is a good kitty. that makes me so happy. :) instant (good) karma, it got me!
this picture is from when he was still at the adoption area in petsmart. that other black cat was his friend, a girl cat. i felt horrible to take him away from her, but the option of leaving him didn't make me feel so good either..
I'm Stacey. I'm a 31(!)-year-old Wisconsin girl living in sunny South Florida. The highlights in my life are my lovely boyfriend, my aloof cats, my adorable/adoring stepdogs, my two lumbering tortoises, select family members, being outside, being underwater, taking pictures, yadda yadda. Stay tuned for lots of babbling!
A small boy lived by the ocean. He loved the creatures of the sea, especially the starfish, and he spent much of his time exploring the seashore.
One day the boy learned there would be a minus tide that would leave the starfish stranded on the sand.
When the tide went out, he went down to the beach, began picking up the stranded starfish, and tossing them back into the ocean.
An elderly man who lived next door came down to the beach to see what the boy was doing. Seeing the man's quizzical expression, the boy paused as he approached. "I'm saving the starfish!" the boy proudly declared.
When the neighbor saw all of the stranded starfish he shook his head and said: "I'm sorry to disappoint you, young man, but if you look down the beach, there are stranded starfish as far as the eye can see. And if you look up the beach the other way, it's the same. One little boy like you isn't going to make much of a difference."
The boy thought about this for a moment. Then he reached his small hand down to the sand, picked up another starfish, tossed it out into the ocean, and said: "Well, I sure made a difference for that one!"
