When Elvis left the building, my son was devastated. It was mid-winter, not the time for kittens, but we went to the Humane Society to see who might be waiting for us. We found a small orange half-grown cat, who had been rescued by one of the workers there. The tiny kitty was so close to dying, he'd been taken home, and nursed back to health. As soon as Little Buddy saw my son, it was a one-way road. We brought the little cat home to stay.
What an unusual cat! He loved anything he could drag around the house with his teeth. That included pieces of plastic, string, head phones, jewelry, extension cords and scarves, to name a few of the things which took his fancy.
Here Little Buddy, who is not so very little these days, is trying to take a nap. In fact, I think he's beginning to get annoyed with the photographer!