Tuesday, July 18, 2006
  Anyone remember Elliot?

You know, the little black cat I adopted last April?

By way of an update, he's an absolute dear. There's the whole lizard-killing thing (which, knock on wood, hasn't happened for a few days; I usually am GUARANTEED a lizard head when I wake up in the morning), but he's sweet, pees where he's supposed to, and only rarely tries to gnaw on my hand. Also, he actually USES the window perch I bought the cats. I figured for sure when I bought it that it would be a waste of $20; after all, like kids, cats seem to be able to sense that you've spent money on something and quickly begin to play with the package it came in rather than that expensive toy.

Most mornings, Elliot's on my windowsill when I wake up, waiting until I look awake enough to snuggle on him a little. To make sure I notice him, he makes pathetic little, nearly inaudible cries for attention. After I scatch his head for a minute, I head to the bathroom to begin my morning routine, and he’s on my heels, still crying.

Kitten, on the other hand, trots off to her food dish the second I walk out of my bedroom. I’m a hand that feeds her, that’s all.

Anyway, as lovey as Elliot is, he’s still the goony cat I adopted, only now he’s a goony cat that will come out from under the bed. If you approach him, he runs away. In fact, he took to getting to go outside pretty well, but then I didn’t see him for, like, a week, save for glimpses of his shadow in the bushes. For a week, I had to feed him outside and never got closer than I would to a feral! He got over that, but he doesn’t yet seem quite convinced I’ve not just been fattening him up this whole time.

Today I got an email from Balu that he was able to pass Elliot in the hallway without the cat running away. I find it hilarious that, after a year and three months of doting and dishing out cans of that nasty, smelly food, Elliot’s trusting us enough to stay put while we *walk by* is worth a mention. :)

awwwwe! He's such a little sweetie! :)
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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!

Location: Fort Lauderdale, Florida, United States


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Making a difference

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!"

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