My neighbor has the divine bliss of living with Elvis. No -- not THAT Elvis. This Elvis.
He's a beautiful, lovable, sofa on legs. I am so lucky to be able to play with him from time to time, though since he's a bit like a freight train coming at you, you should either be very strong, or sitting down. He likes nothing better than to cuddle, he'll bring his blankie or other offering to you to admire, and if you scratch his head vigorously and give him a great ear rub, he's yours forever. (A good butt rob doesn't come amiss either).
Everyone should be so lucky to have such a sweet neighbor.
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