Sex: Male Weight: 14 lbs.
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The Sparkster, Handsome Boy, Our Handsome Southern Gentleman, The Sparkmeister, Sparkplug
Tie between staring at his reflection in the water bowl & Locking Ms. Vixen in the linen closet
Being picked up and held & when Ebony starts grooming him.
Favorite Nap Spot:
The bed in the spare bedroom
Science Diet Sensitive Stomach
He can open the linen closet door, enticing Ms. Vixen to enter, then he flops down in front of it, closing the door and shutting her inside.
Mr. Sparky developed bone cancer of the jaw in 2008. A hard tumor was dissolving and replacing his jaw bone. It was untreatable. We decided to let nature take its course, but in late 2009, he began to experience problems eating. We did the best we could, but on February 12th, 2010, we made the painful decision to help him cross the Rainbow Bridge. Goodbye our fine southern gentleman. You left your pawprints on our hearts.
He was a stray at the apartment complex we lived in in Fayetteville, NC. He was outside my door one morning in August, 1999 and just came in and made himself at home. Neighbors told us he'd been abandoned by a soldier who had lived there but had been shipped out overseas. So, when we moved back up north to Cleveland, we simply kept him.
Mr. Sparky is convinced that he has been captured by us "Dang Yankees" and taken to a prison camp behind enemy lines. He believes that the Civil War, which he calls "The War of Northern Aggression," is still going on. He keeps pawing at the windows, certain that one day he will wear one down and escape back to his beloved Dixieland. I changed the words to Yankee Doodle Dandy and created a theme song for him that ends with "Sparky Doodle came to Cleveland, riding in a Chevy; he is my Sparky Doodle Boy."
Also, we cannot allow him to watch any Wild Kingdom type shows on TV. He gets delusions of grandeur and thinks he's a mountain lion and tries attacking me as if I were a gazelle and he were a moutnain lion.
Mr. Sparky lives a very vivid fantasy life.
In 2008, Mr. Sparky developed bone cancer. He had to be put to sleep on February 12th, 2010. Goodbye my handsome southern gentleman. You left your paw prints on our hearts.
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|August 10th 2004
||More than 12 years!
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September 13th 2004 8:21 pm
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Well, the day started out slow. I decided to open the door to the linen closet to see if I could generate a diversion by locking Ms. Vixen in there again. Maybe while the Yankee prison guards are looking for her, i can effect an escape back to my beloved Dixieland. Ahh, I can still smell the pine trees and honeysuckle.
So, I stretched up and batted at the knob with my paw until I heard that little click the tells me that success was in hand...er...paw.
Sure enough, the door poped open just a crack, and I went down the hall and lay at the end, pretending to be asleep, but watching through one eye that was open just a slit. Sure enough, here came Ms. Vixen running to the linen closet door from the kitchen, where she had been drinking water from MY bowl. She inserted her claws into the crack, pulled the door open, and slipped inside.
So, I waited a few seconds and then quietly sauntered there and plopped down in front of the door, shutting her in there. I heard her give a faint chortle of surprise, as she always does as he door clicked tightly shut.
Well, the lady guard came back first. I tried to trip her as she climbed the two steps to the kitchen, but failed. Darn, she had kept her hand on the latch and had pulled it quickly closed behind her. So, she came in and spoke on that tellyfone thing a few times. While I waited for her to notice that Vixen was missing, I decided to work on the living room window a bit more. I keep clawing away at it. I know that I will eventually wear that pane of glass down and be free. I see the birds on the neighbor's roof, laughing at me, taunting me with the terrible reality of my imprisonment.
Eventually, The female guard notices that Vixen isn't around because, suck-up that Vixen is, she always panders herself by jumping on the woman's lap and cuddling and licking her hand. How disgusting! Maybe the woman will think, "Oh maybe Vixen got out when I came in." and go stand in the doorway, door wide open, calling out for Vixen. And I will have another chance to escape these cruel yankees.
But no, The woman looks at me, and says, "Sparky, stop locking her in there," and gets up, goes to the closet, and opens the door, allowing Ms. Vixen to escape.
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