When I first moved to Finland husband (boyfriend at the time) and I were living with his parents for a while. Once we were able to move into our own flat, our girls Lola and Maisi came with us.
Very soon after moving we happened to visit the local cat rescue centre for one of their open days. We didn’t go with the plan of adopting another cat, but we were open to the idea.
The rescue centre had 5 or 6 rooms, each with several cats in them. I think it was the very first room we went into that we spotted a tabby and white cat curled up on one of the beds. He gave us a curious look, and I approached to see if he’d let me stroke him.
I didn’t go to look in any of the other rooms. That cat had accosted me, and took up all my time demanding love. He purred and pushed against me, and even rolled to show me his tummy. I was smitten!
Husband had a look at the information on the door to try and work out which cat he was. One on the list seemed to have a matching description – an older tabby boy by the name of Tesla. I liked the name, and the cat.
As it turned out the list was not up to date. In fact this was a different older (by rescue centre standards) tabby boy. His name was Elvis.
I’ll be honest, it’s not a name I would have picked. But I was hardly going to let that stop me.
We told them we wanted to adopt him. The problem was, we needed to let the girls settle in to the new flat first. We decided to wait a week.
It was a nervewracking week. I was constantly worrying that someone else would adopt him. Why wouldn’t they? He was a lovely, cuddly fluffball!
Thankfully nobody did, which meant we were eventually able to bring him home. Lola and Maisi weren’t too impressed with him, despite his best efforts to befriend them once we let them see each other.
When we sadly lost Maisi to a sudden illness nearly a year after getting Elvis, we were all the more glad to have him. Though he and Lola still weren’t best of friends I felt (and still feel) that it is good for her to have another feline friend. And I’ve no doubt he’d be friends with her if she let him – after all, he loved it when we had foster kittens for him to snuggle!
Even now Elvis (or as we tend to call him, Leli) is a friendly, cuddly boy. I can’t believe nobody tried to adopt him during that week, given what a wonderful cat he is. But their loss is our gain!
Love,
Lady Joyful
Oh how sweet he is 🙂
He certainly is! Once we’re properly settled in to this new flat we might have to see about getting him some more foster kittens 😉
Bless him- Daddy Elvis 🙂
We had an Elvis when I was a child! She was born in the year Elvis Presley died and my dad was a big fan! 🙂 She even looked like the grey/white cat you have! 🙂 ?
Aw, what a sweetheart she sounds! Thanks for commenting 😀
Precious ! I saw that tummy photograph and realized again how cats all over the world are making us swoon just like that. Never gets old even if I’ve got two of my own.
Oh I know! You’d think it’d become common place having cats of our own, but I’m always cooing over cute cat pictures! Thanks for commenting 🙂
so sweet!
Thanks!
They pick us, right? Levi’s must have turned the charm on for only you. It’s kismet! It was made to be.
Levi’s! Not Levi……size.
So true. Thanks for commenting 🙂
Son! I quit!
I like the name Elvis. Our cat Chris was like him. He accosted me when I met him. He jumped on my shoulders and bit my nose and ear and rubbed up against my face. We didn’t like his name because it was also the name of my son. We eventually named him Rudy, because he is rude, but that name just didn’t stick so he is still Chris.
Aw, Chris certainly made it clear he wanted to be with you! Thanks for commenting!
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Thanks!
That was risky waiting a week. Does elvis like hamburgers and rock and roll?
Yeah it wasn’t a fun week! We just didn’t want to stress the girls by moving them in to a new flat and immediately introducing a new cat. Luckily it all worked out!
Ha, honestly I have no idea. I’m sure he’d like hamburgers if we let him have them!
Thanks for commenting 🙂
such a sweet baby!
Thanks!
He was there at the end of the week because he was meant for you. Sorry about your Maisi.
You could be right 🙂 Thanks for commenting!
I am sorry you lost Maisi. Elvis is a cutie.
Thank you 🙂
Oh what great photos! 🙂
Thanks!