March 21, Wednesday!

This is Fattoush, who lives with my sister in Beirut!  Does he look somehow foreign to you?  Are his stripes a little more dignified, and accented?

Here is what my sis has to say about him-  oh and I have to tell you that for most of her life she's been a dog person!

"Fattoush saved me from my first-ever personal training session. I was walking about a block away from my home on my way to the gym when I looked down and on the sidewalk in front of me was a big-eyed slow-moving little kitten. Instinct (be it toward the cute creature in front of me or away from the impending physical punishiment at the gym) led me to reach down and pick him up. There were no other cats around and he'd been left to fend for himself near a vet's office in an alley just off a busy street in Beirut (it was Sat pm and the vet wouldn't open again until Mon). So I called my trainer, cancelled my session, took the kitten home and sent out a desperate Facebook plea for cat-care advice.  I wasn't sure I would keep him or not.  Six months later, Fattoush (so-named after my favorite Lebanese salad) is still my crazy little Lebanese roomie.  He's the first cat I have ever owned and I think his dog-like tendencies have made it much easier on me.  Although let's just say that I have learned the true meanings of phrases like "krazy kat" and "curiosity killed the cat."  I'm just waiting to see what he'll come up with next."

As are most cat owners, Kelli!
xoxo!