Elvis belongs to a couple down the road, but he struts around the neighborhood like he owns it. This past weekend he was hanging out with me and Joe, chasing butterflies in the yard and lounging in the shade. He is a definite love sponge, soaking up any and all love and attention that he can get. As soon as you pause, pulling your hand away from his fluffy, fuzzy head, he's rubbing up against you and staring at you as if you were wasting valuable rubbing time. I'm considering stealing him, but for now I'm settling with spoiling him rotten so he'll come back and visit often!
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