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...
Hello Purrs, Furriends!
Logging onto Catster worked today! I better update my diary fast!
I've been a super busy Sparkman this last month. Mom's been laid up, recovering from surgery and I've been her main nurse cat. I'm highly skilled at sitting on her chest and purring at her. I've been doing it most of the day, every day. At first I sat by her feet, but then I figured out that if I sat on her chest, I could get kisses and cuddles without her straining to pet me. She's doing a lot better now and going through something called "PT." It seems like a good idea, since she can now hobble to the fridge to get me my green beans. But I must say, a laid up human is the best time ever! I told Mom that this is my favorite month since ever. I hope she has more surgeries!!! (Mom says she doesn't!!!)
The only draw back is that we only get to go out on our leashes when there's another human here to help untangle us. And with the unusually warm April we're having, I spend a lot of time begging to go outside! It's sure pawsome having a Mom. Oh! She's trying to get up! It must be Green bean time!
Ha ha! I logged on! I logged on!!! I get super excited when logging on works lately. It's been over a year now since I really felt it was always possible to log on and chillax with my furry friends... But whatever! At least the site is still here! And I still love all of you!
I'm having a great week. We've had a bit of a heat wave for northern Minnesota, so I've been braving the great white outside to lick snow and sniff all the outside smells. I'm a brave, wild, independent, fur-ousious, wild woods cat. Rawr! But Mom better come along, cause when my toes get cold, she needs to pick me up and carry me back inside.
I've also been shedding like a crazy person this week, Mom's not really sure why. It's not THAT much of a heat wave. But she decided to brush me with the Zoom Groom. In an attempt to ball up my fur and keep it from flying around the house, she made me a new toy! Clearly, I was shedding just so she'd turn my fur into a fur felt ball to chase around the house. Wheeeee!... We've never had an ALL ORANGE fur ball! Whoot whoot!!!
I gotta go bite PurrC now. He's trying to nap in my favorite heated floor spot. Grrrrrrr....
Firstly: Hi Furrends! I love you!!! I was grateful for all of you on Thanksgiving, but somehow I'm still having trouble getting Catster to load some days. And when I do, it does things like today where it shows me that many many cats sent me gifts over the holidays, but I don't know who you are & can't read your messages! But thank you!!!
Mom and I have been playing with fleece. I think it's the nicest most wonderfulest of the human fabrics. She can do whatever she's doing with it, I just want to purr and nuzzle it while she works. I hope my cuteness interferes enough that she realizes "Hey! I should make this cutest of the cats a fetch mouse with the scraps form this project, RIGHT NOW!" Yesterday I thought I'd convinced her, but then when she threw what I thought was a new, hand sewn fetch mouse, it was just one of my old ones. I purred at it and batted at it a bit. But I didn't pick it up in my mouth to bring it to her. I've gotten to be quite picky in my fetch player retirement years. I really only want to pick up brand new fetch mice. And I will bring it back to her a few times, but all those years she thought our main purpose was exercising me and returning that fetch mouse again and again and again... She's nuts! She even had the name of the game all wrong. It was of course a game called "Neck scratches and potato time." Cause that's really the whole point of throwing around that toy mouse with her, right? I get loves, then I get treats. Makes way more sense than chasing a toy and bringing it back to her only to have her throw it away again. Who thought up that sport anyways?! Doggies?!