Nicknames: SPUDMAN!, Goat, Red Panda, Scallywag Chum Bucket, Apple Butter, Sparkitty Spark Spark, Sparks-a-lot, Rinky Dink
Birthday: August 26th 2006
Coloration: Orange & White Tabby
Likes: Captain Morgan, potatoes, drinking out of faucets, eating random cloth items, chasing own tail, dragging blankets around the house
Pet-Peeves: not being allowed to eat yarn, rubber bands, twist ties, clothing, toys...
Favorite Toy: cloth mice, corks, twigs, tails, buttons, unattended vegetables,and any toy the other cats are playing with
Favorite Nap Spot: bedroom pillows, anywhere he drags his stolen blankets
Favorite Food: POTATOES! also likes cow milk, cucumber skin, broccoli, spinach, purple lettuce & green beans
Skills: can leap small buildings in a single bound, can gnaw through anything, believes he can break the sound barrier, and plays fetch!
Arrival Story: I was born in a horse barn outside Duluth, and they got me by answering a "Free Kittens!" ad in the local paper.
Bio: I am a superhero, just like Superman or Batman or Sponge Bob. Only more hyper and active than the laws of physics normally allow. In my spare time I rescue leaves and yarn from evil masterminds, like the Moose. I also keep potatoes and stolen vegetables as pets. And have an odd habit of eating literally everything; blankets, socks, pine cones...
Worst weekend ever!!! Apparently I have new baby kitten cousins. And apparently Mom agreed to baby sit them this weekend while my Aunt and Uncle were at a workshop near Duluth. So there were two teenier than me kittens racing around the house! Usually when we had foster friends, they were at least separated from us! But noooo, Mom said they had all their shots and stuff and were safe to run around in the day. (At night they were locked up to keep them safe... As if we'd do anything to them? Geez, Mom!)
This weekend, I discovered that I HATE kittens! Those guys have no boundaries. They just toddle and bounce all over, and when they walk into an area that is obviously my nap area for this part of the day, they just keep bopping around. Me hissing at them didn't make them leave, it just made them freeze and try to look all innocent and cute at me! I wasn't falling for that. So I'd just keep hissing, they'd keep freezing, and eventually Mom would come over an remove the stinky offensive kitten.
Moose never hissed at them. He did a lot of running up to them, then running away in a playful, but confusing manner for not-so-bright kittens. But the funniest was on Sunday when he ran up to them on the floor, flopped over in a classic Moose yoga position, and stared at them. The kittens were confused. They sat and stared back. Then one snuck up and sniffed at Moose's nose. It touched just the tip of Moose's nose, and Moose shot straight up and out of the room! Chirping all the way! It was funny and very very Moosie man like.
PurrC hissed at them a lot, but the last morning they were here he sat up on a chair, dangling his tail down as bait, and pawing softly at the kittens below. So I guess he kinda didn't mind the kittens after a while!
Captain Morgan usually is the one of us to cave in first and accept interloping foster kittens. But this time he looked at them, and then looked at Mom with an exhausted expression. She told Dad "It's almost like he's saying 'I've retired. I'm not licking those kittens. You keep care of your own kittens!'" Then he just hid in the bedroom most of the weekend lounging and napping. I held my ground and moved about to most of my usual nap spots.
But I didn't tell you the worst of it; they ate my POTATOES! Mom hand feeds me my potato treats lately, and she leaves the one or two I don't eat in a pile in a corner of the kitchen. I usually come over a few hours later and munch them down. But on Saturday before I could, one of those nasty little rug rats got over there and licked them all over, then ate one! Mom was surprised, I was horrified! MY potatoes, MY POTATOES!!! It was horrible.
I was so happy when Aunt and Uncle came to get them yesterday that I skipped all over the house! Toes bouncing, eyes gleeful, and my tail held high in a happy prancing dance! Chirp chirp chirps of jubilance! Oh, the best days are when kittens LEAVE! Please don't ever let your humans babysit kittens. It's a BAD idea!
My chin is blue! I found Mom painting. And as usual, she was up on a step stool thing and not looking downward at her paint box and water cup. The water cup was kinda bluish white looking. The edge was bright blue, like she'd wiped a paint covered brush on it recently... I thought it looked tastey, so I reached my little face in and took a long drink of the weird colored water. Mom turned around and shrieked, "No! Sparkman, don't drink that!" She had her ipod right there. She tried to snap a quick picture and not giggle as she dragged me over to the sink. (But of course the photo is a bit blurry because she was giggling.) I sat there by the faucet drinking much better tasting water while she rubbed my chin and cheek all over with a wash cloth. I purred because in a way, it felt like she was licking me clean! And she didn't quite get all the blue off. So now I'm looking quite punk rock and beautiful... I'm orange and white and blue, how bout you?!
I'm really really trying to be okay with the weather turning cold and the garden dying back. But you see, the weather's turning cold and the garden is dying back. And that just is the saddest thing! I LOVE the garden! I had such a great summer napping and playing under the green bean trellis, hunting in the butterfly garden, drinking out of the bird bath, and napping in the sun. It's hard to let all that go and admit that it's fall!
I've been very vocal to Mom about my displeasure about all this. We go outside, I ask for a green bean. She scours the fading leaves for a tender one, picks it for me. She holds it out, I sniff it and rub my face on it. Then I try and bite or lick it and I just make a face at her: Yuck! Mom! Then I walk over to the squash plant area. I used to find nice big leaves and tunnel around under them like I was stalking/hunting something. Now I just show her that all the leaves have died back or have mildew. I can't hide under dried vines. And the squashes are all gone! Why'd she take those inside?!
So then I take her over to the place she throws the rotty tomatoes and really tell her how gross they are! Mostly after that I just go back to the bird bath, take a sip and try to nap in the sunny grass and dirt patches... Dream of summer! Pout pout. How can it be gone already!?! Whaaaa!