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Sex: Female Weight: 11 lbs.
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"I say the wrapping paper IS the present!"
"I got to try on the HK Head posthumously..."
"Are you going to finish that?"
"CAUTION: DO NOT LOOK DIRECTLY AT SPIKE'S PAWPADS. CUTENESS OVERLOAD MAY RESULT."
"♪Nothing could be finer than to have a cat like Spike here in the moooooooorning...♬"
"SPIKE. For a cat. The new fragrance by Calvin Klein."
"What does that camera look like on the inside?"
"Feel free to worship me." [See My CatsterPlus Photo Book]
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Spikelett, Spikeula, Spikezilla, Little Velvet Tennis Ball Head, Velvet Eared Batgirl, Otterpop, Little Girl, Kittenhead
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April 9th 1994
interesting conversations, headbutting, songs with her name in them, sunbathing
none -- see above
Favorite Nap Spot:
During the day: the Lido Deck of her kitty treehouse. At night: on the pillow next to Mom, or on Mom's chest, nose-to-nose.
Spike has a secret marsupial pouch in which she conceals an opposable thumb.
indoors and outdoors
Spike's parents were feral barn cats on a farm in Virginia. I was about to start graduate school at UVA and temping at the University hospital; one of the lab techs was trying to get rid of a litter of barn kittens. Spike was the only kitten in the litter who was friendly and/or curious enough to get close enough for me to grab and stuff into a carrier. She generously forgave me for this rude introduction; she chose to keep me as her mom for nearly 13 headbonking, chirruping, grey-velvety-eared years. Yay Spike! I miss you, my beautiful little girl.
Spike has traveled cross-country in a 1965 Ford pickup truck.
She has pink pawpads, and her front paws are a source of such concentrated cuteness that they suck all the other cuteness in the room into themselves like a cuteness black hole.
Her hobby is using a very convincing "Oliver Twist" routine ("I am a poor starving orphan kitty! Please feed me! (Heh heh!)") to scam food from unsuspecting neighbors.
What about THE CAT?
The Groups I'm In:
♥ Democats ♥, ♥A TEAM♥, Welcome Waggin' for Dogsters and Catsters, Books Featuring Cats: Read Any Good Ones, Oceanic Flight 815 and other flights, Rainbow Bridge Kitties, Rowdy Naughty Bawdy Cats and Dogs, Shades of Gray, The Social Cats, ^*^Over The Rainbow^*^
The Last Forum I Posted In:
Happy Annifursusary Hazel Lucy and the Get Well Forum!
Spike earned her wings at about 6 pm on Friday, March 23. She didn't quite make it to her 13th birthday. Just a few weeks before, Spike had seemed like a healthy cat. Then she started losing weight, with persistent diarrhea. She went to the vet but after two visits was not responding to IV fluids or medication. She was hospitalized on Tuesday, deteriorated very quickly over Thursday and Friday, and an ultrasound on Friday afternoon revealed advanced intestinal lymphoma; the vet said that Spike wouldn't have much chance with chemo and that the kindest thing would be to end her suffering immediately. The cancer had just ravaged her little system so aggressively and so fast that she was too weak even to handle the stress of further medical treatment. I held her in my arms and told her how much I loved her, how thankful I was for the chance to know her, what a special cat she was, and goodbye, and she peacefully went to her final sleep.
Loyal Heart, Independent Spirit:
Maybe it was because I adopted her when she was only 12 weeks old, or maybe it was just Spike's affectionate and loving nature shining through, but she adjusted happily and quickly to domesticated life. She was the friendliest, most outgoing and affectionate, smartest kitty you could meet. Never shy, never aloof, making it her business to greet guests with an inquisitive headbutt.
Over the years, Spike taught me to communicate through her sounds, postures, facial expressions ... to anyone who has never loved a cat, it may sound silly ... but I knew that her shimmy-tail dance meant both "Welcome home!" and "Food now!" ... and I knew her special "Good morning!" chirrup ... and I knew that when she headbutted my chin she was saying "I love you."
Her feral heritage expressed itself in a strong independent streak, which I respected and tried to honor. She was miserable if she couldn't go outside, and more than once I discovered that she'd adopted a second or even a third family! She was with me through some hard times. Yet she always came home to me. Now, I know, she's waiting at the Rainbow Bridge for me to come home to her.
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I got tagged by Kassie!
The rules of the TAG Game:
Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Cats who are tagged need to write on their own diary about the seven things and the rules. You need to choose seven cats to tag and list their names. Don’t forget to leave them a comment that they have been tagged and to read your diary.
Seven Fascinating Facts About Spike:
1) I once got put in kitty jail by a neighbor who thought I was a stray. Mom didn't know where I was for over a week, until she was out looking for me and happened to see a poster describing me saying that I was at the pound! Mom rushed home and called the pound and was told that they were about to close for the night and I was scheduled to be put to sleep the next day!!!! She nearly had eight heart attacks then and there. She was waiting at the pound to get me when it opened the next morning. And even though they'd been going to destroy me for no good reason, they still charged Mom for vaccinations they'd given me. (HUH???!!)
2) Mom used to change song lyrics to make the song about me. Example, she'd sing me this song to the tune of "The Jets Song" from West Side Story: "When you're a Spike, you're a cat that is grey, and given the chance, you'd eat ten meals a day..."
3) My pink pawpads were the center of all cuteness in the universe.
4) When we were driving cross-country, Mom discovered that I could cry for 96 hours straight ... but I got pretty hoarse after the first 72.
5) When I was a little kitty, I loved ice cream. Mom would give me the pint lid from the Ben&Jerry's to lick so I wouldn't beg for hers.
6) I LOVED what Mom called "chest rests." That's when Mom (or Dad) would be lying on her (or his) back and I'd climb onto her and lie down on her chest, nose to nose with her. Mom had to learn to sleep on her back for me!
7) I was very polite -- I wouldn't chest rest or make bread on bare human skin, only clothed or covered with a blanket, but would sit next to a bare person waiting for them to cover up so I could cuddle with them.
Now I'm off to tag these seven cats:
Miss Mickey the Shmoo
Headbonks to all!
Oh, and while I'm at it, thank you everyone for making my new little sister Jubilee feel so very welcome! Hooray!
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