Last night Eli was sitting on the end of my china cabinet in the living room with the light from the dining room shining on him. I thought he looked so handsome
Elijah is ten years old. He is sweet and gentle with everyone; human, canine or feline. He is one of the few cats I've owned that I actually got to pick out for myself. I chose him out of his litter before his eyes opened, but waited until he was seven weeks old to bring him home. The people that owned his mother would not keep the kittens past that age and I had to argue with them for that extra week. (They wanted to 'get rid' of the kittens at six weeks.)