Sex: Male Weight: 10 lbs.
|Home:Northfield, IL ||[I have a diary!] |
"My version of the lion pose."
"If only I could get comfortable!"
"Hmmm, I wonder where Spike went"
"Love the red chair"
"Aaah, life as a housecat is good" [See My CatsterPlus Photo Book]
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Monsieur Spike, Fuzzball, Little Dude, Fuzzbucket, Mr. Fuzzy Pants
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March 20th 2002
being touched by someone he does not know
Favorite Nap Spot:
Not really motivated by food
Adopted him from the shelter I volunteer at. I fostered him first, to help him over a leg injury and just could not bring him back.
Spike came into the shelter after being trapped as a feral kitten. His age was guessed at about 5 months old (I think he was a bit younger than that) and he was one feisty little bug! Lots of hissing, growling, lunging at the cage door. Fortunately he began to settle down, which was helpful when he got his leg caught in the cage door and ended up with a broken "elbow" and some nerve damage. He allowed us to hold him and massage his leg to get the circulation going again.
Overall,he's made great strides and is a delightful cat to have around the home. He never gets into trouble (Tweak would argue that), and is very affectionate. He still does not trust people, even me, completely, but I know he is doing the best he can.
eeeeeeeeh, don't touch me!
The Groups I'm In:
FOR THE LOVE OF LAUREL, Boy Cats Do NOT Stink, Cat in the Bag, Dreamy Mancats, feral cats united, Gray is GREAT!!!!!!, Kit Kat Club, kitty music, Le Kitty Dating Service, Monster kitties, Pets With Big Hearts, The Kitties' Club (TKC), The Social Cats, ^*^Over The Rainbow^*^, ~**The Kool Kitty Lounge**~
The Last Forum I Posted In:
Rhyme Time game
You may be deceived if you trust too much, but you will live in torment if you don't trust enough. (Frank Crane)
The Birds, of course! Wiggy likes it too.
Favorite thing on TV::
Short track speed skating in the Olympics
I'm Samoa's Angel Dreamboat #27!!
I've Been On Catster Since:
|November 6th 2005
||More than 9 years!
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May 24th 2007 5:31 am
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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 their seven facts and rules. You need to choose seven cats to tag, and list their names. Do not forget to leave them a comment and that they have been tagged, and read your diary!
My Seven facts!
1. I started out life as a feral who would fight tooth and claw for my life
2. I turned into a really wonderful kitty who loved his mommy and was loved by his mommy
3. I loved to sleep on my back
4. The top of the big cat tree was "my spot." I was almost always up there!
5. I used to make Wiggy poop in inappropriate places until I learned I should respect my elders
6. I always got to bed first so I could get some snuggle time before Tweak took over for the night
7. I never fully got over my trust issues, my kitty mommy really drilled into me how people could be nasty to cats.
Cats tagged are:--
Kohl (my catster twin) http://www.catster.com/cats/325307
Sasha Ama http://www.catster.com/cats/265672
November 18th 2006 11:35 pm
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Hi to all Spike's Catster friends
I want to let you know that Spike died 11/18 in the morning. He had cardiomyopathy. I took him to the vet the day before thinking he had upper resp and that's what the vet thought then as well. She gave me some antibiotics and told me to try to stimulate his appetite with baby food. Well, I got a pill down him and then I wound up with food poisoning and spent the bulk of the night either puking or feeling like I was going to. Spike declined pretty rapidly and made that yowling sound that I have only heard once before and I knew that meant death was imminent. We went back to the vet Saturday morning where they took a chest x-ray. I held him while we waited for the film to develop and he made that sound again and started squirming, so I helped him get back into his carrier. About 30 seconds later he was gone. I never in my life thought I would want to hold and hug a dead animal but I didn't want to let him go. Trust me, I'm still being dragged kicking and screaming into the realization that he's never going to nudge me for pets or brushing again. I miss my little dude so much. I hope he was happy here and that he felt safe and loved!!! He had such a rough start to life and truly deserved a wonderful life. I hope he's happy in kitty heaven and being shown the ropes by his friends that got there before him. I hope he never has those fears that his feral instinct wouldn't let go. He was just a great cat and I love him so much!!!
October 4th 2006 8:09 am
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Alright. I have not written in my diary for some time and now I am writing to complain. Mom took me to the vet for my "check up." What's to check up? I'm handsome, have a great big, fluffy tail! I didn't like it last year and I didn't like it this year and I know I won't like it next year. I don't get why she keeps taking me. I tell her in no uncertain terms that I do not wish to go. We saw a different man this time. He poked and prodded and gave me *gasp* a shot!!!! I sure wish I knew what was in those syringes before they get stabbed into my flesh! Then, mom asked if he would trim my nails. Oh yes, he said. Rats!!!! I was so mad at my mom when I got home, I didn't talk to her for hours. She knew I was mad too. I left the room whenever she came in, scooting by her really fast. Then, she took out a comb. I LOVE to be brushed and combed. I tried my best to resist the temptation, but the lure of being combed was too strong. I gave in and let her comb me. Of course, I kept almost out of reach so it would be really a stretch for her, but I figured she should work hard to make up to me for the morning's horror. After about 10 minutes, I totally melted and hopped in her lap so I could get a nice, proper combing. I am such a pushover!
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