Meet Ellie

Ellie is the smart one!  I feel like a bad parent labeling her children.  Poor Oreo.  But it's true.  


Ellie is about 12 years old.  She was a birthday present from Tim when we were just married.  The poor thing had a rough kittenhood.  She was the runt of the litter and rejected by her mama.  Tim's sister Kris found her alone in a corner in the garage and gave her mouth to mouth to revive her.  As smart as she is, she obviously didn't suffer any brain damage.  But, Im guessing that the resuscitation damaged her throat because she can't meow.  Instead she makes this crazy guttural vibrating noise.  

She has always been alert and will come when called.  Oreo will only come when you call him from the kitchen.  Ellie will also play fetch.  She likes popsicle sticks, rubber bands and hair ties and puff balls.  She will pick up a popsicle stick, drag it in her mouth and drop it on your lap wanting you to through it.  She does this will all the "toys" but I laugh at the popsicle sticks dangling from her teeth because it makes her look like a drunk with a cigarette dangling from her mouth while walking home from a bender.  I really wish I had a picture of that one.

Ellie would bring us her puff ball after dunking it in her water dish.  I don't know why she did this but we didn't like it when she'd wake us up by dropping the wet mess on our faces.