Our cat, Chelan, is such a treasure for our family. We discovered him as a tiny, emaciated, dehydrated stray kitten, while visiting my aunt and uncle at Lake Chelan. He was maybe 10 weeks old, tops. I remember looking at him and thinking, “kid, if you survive, you are going to be HUGE!”
Well, seven years and 16 pounds later, our little guy is now a big king of the castle! David and the boys were out running errands a few days ago and decided Chelan needed a “throne” for his castle.
Happy kitty. Can you just sense the purr?
