Med and Elvis...a match made in heaven. Med loves cats. Buford and I love cats. If the health department wouldn't become involved I'd have 50 of them...well, maybe not 50...think of the litter ramifications. Med brought Elvis home from a birthday party. Saved him from certain demise. He was a scrawny little wormy thing but now is healthy and happy. Our backyard neighbor thought of the name Elvis - we were going to call him Socks. That wasn't cool or manly enough for a boy kitty, so Chris suggested Elvis and it just stuck. I took this photo after we'd been to Nebraska for a weekend to visit Jo at college. He was so happy that Med was back - he just couldn't get close enough or purr loud enough!
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