Breed Unknown/Domestic Shorthair
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Age: 19 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 10 lbs.

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El Bell, Smelliott, Biggie, Biggie Fries, The Notorious B.I.G., !@%#^$

Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

Quick Bio:
-cat rescue


Me, food, the sun

Cats, dogs, his dad, most other people

Favorite Toy:
wooly bully mouse

Favorite Nap Spot:
On dad's beanbag chair

Favorite Food:
He likes licking the pans after I make turkey burgers



Arrival Story:
He was basically feral. He lived at the campus library at my college. I'm not sure why, but I decided I needed to save him specifically even though there was a whole colony all over campus. After several days of stalking (with the help of my future sister-in-law), I finally caught him in a humane trap and drove him home.

He hates other cats and will attack any dog nearby in the house if he sees one outside. He would probably be deeply offended that I have put him on Catster!! He also doesn't really like dogs, but he did get along with our dog Winnie (R.I.P.). We are now trying to get him to tolerate Jenkins, which will be a very long and crazy process.

Lives Remaining:
3 of 9

Forums Motto:
I don't like this!

The Groups I'm In:
Hey! You Look Like Me!, Cat Warriors For The World!

The Last Forum I Posted In:
ThE MoViE GaMe!!

Where I got my name:
I was named after one of the buildings I lived around.

Why mom lets me stay:
Although I am a cranky uncooperative sourpuss, I am her cranky uncooperative sourpuss and she secretly likes that I only like her. Also, I am the softest cat she's ever met and am meticulously clean.

My medical problems:
Congenital heart murmur (his condition has an average lifespan of 5 years), I also have asthma, because of this I do not take medication for my heart (it made my asthma much worse).


What's my name?:

I've Been On Catster Since:
February 13th 2006 More than 10 years!

I Was In The:
Catster's 2006 Holiday Picture Party!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

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Meet my family
Lil Bessie
Ed(ward G.

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The Life and Times of Elliott


March 1st 2006 6:37 pm
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I was mad at Mom and Dad for making me stay in the office napping on the plush office chair and sunning under the desk lamp (its worse than it sounds) so that thing could romp freely. So I got to thinking about the good ol' days to lift my spirits. I instantly felt better when I remembered the time I scarred Dad.

Winnie and I had been in a fight so they shut me out of the bedroom so they could sleep. Well, I wasn't having that. I meowed outside the door until I tricked Mom into thinking I had cooled my jets. They let me in and I got on the bed, then I saw Winnie and I started getting angry (have I mentioned I hold a grudge?). I started in with my patented meowrrrrrrr and puffed my tail. Dad decided to grab me and boy did I let him have it! I sliced him from the tip of his pinky finger down to his wrist on the side of his hand. It was really ugly and he still has a faint pink scar where I did it. While I regret the fights with Winnie (she was my second favorite living being after Mom), I still view Dad's mauling as my finest work.

Then I thought about the time I got angry at an outside cat, drove Mom and my cousin dog Danny into a closet and Dad and Winnie into the bathroom. I tell you if I could make any other expression aside from "unamused" I would have smiled.


Mom is on Crazy Pills

February 22nd 2006 4:30 pm
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You know, I really don't mind being yelled at. Honestly it amuses me, its sweet that Mom thinks I care about what she thinks about what I'm doing. However, while I don't mind her screeching about my clawing at the bedroom door while that thing (the dog) is having its run of the house, I DO mind being called the wrong name. The woman has gone senile, about half the time she calls out that thing's name! Then, with my excellent hearing, I hear her APOLOGIZING to it! It is bad enough I have to share my space with that creature, is it too much to ask that when yelled at she at least address me by my correct name (or Your Majesty, King Elliott, He Who is Above All Others...anything from my approved list)?


I am Not Amused

February 17th 2006 7:59 pm
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That dog chased me today. I barely made it under the baby gate to safety. I saw my whole life flash before my eyes and I realized all the oppoturnities I could have taken to annoy my mom but didn't. Next time I'm pushing that glass off the counter and scratching at the couch, life's little precious moments can fly by sometimes.

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