Age: 11 Years Sex: Male Weight: 20 lbs.
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Big Boy, Handsome Fella, Spikie, Spikaroonie, Spikers
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|-mixed breed||-part feral||-cat rescue|
Sleep, sleep, sleep. Those afternoon naps with Mommy. French Symbolist poetry. The Furminator. Hello Kitty. Sniffing under the girls' tails.
All those stupid Maine Coons who came after him. If Mommy loves him as much as she says, WHY did she need more cats?
He is getting too corpulant to play much, but will bat around a wand or fishing-rod toy if you are aggressive enough.
Favorite Nap Spot:
His cat bed or, of course, next to Mommy (who also takes a lot of naps). Spike spends around 23.5 hours out of every day sleeping.
Any food, as much as possible. Sometimes he eats for 20 minutes straight.
For a cat who weighs about twice as much as he should, he can jump much higher than the Maine Coons can. Also, although this is not a skill, a yawn in Spike Language means "I love you!".
When my beloved eighteen-year-old Boku died, I was desperate for another cat, especially a male cat, as I discovered through Boku how affectionate neutered males can be. I asked my vet if he knew of any cats that needed a home (he runs a kind of cat rescue service), and he introduced me to Spike. I think grey/brown mackerel tabbies--which are, after all, the most classic of all cats--are lovely, but I wanted something more exotic. Spike, though, when I passed his cage, put out a paw and hooked me with it. Literally and permanently. As they say, "The potential owner doesn't choose a cat, the cat chooses its owner."
Spike was a feral kitten living in a park. He was rescued one day when a kindly Samaritan saw him fending off a crow that had just eaten all his siblings but one, and was now trying to finish off Spot and his brother. Spike put up a tremendous fight to save both himself and his brother. The Samaritan was so impressed with Spike's courage that he rescued him. Somehow, Spike then ended up at my vet's. Despite this traumatic experience (and his feral background), Spike is the sweetest, most affectionate cat you could wish for. He sleeps with me every night, either under the covers with his head nestled on my arm, or in the crook of my knees. Fat, hairy, loyal, affectionate--what else do you need from a man?
Heretofore, Spike has been under the Witness Protection Program and going by the name of Spot (which was actually the name of my brother's mackerel tabby Maine Coon thirty years ago--stripes, "Spot," get it?), but we've finally decided to come clean and go with his real name. Nevertheless, there is intended irony in the fact that he was given a dog's name. He doesn't mind. He just loves being loved.
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Tubby tabby love!
I've Been On Catster Since:
|March 30th 2008
||More than 7 years!
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I thought of beginning my diary with "Call me Ishmael," but since I'm not Ishmael, thought I'd plagiarize another work and start with, "To begin my life with the beginning of my life..."
Not that I remember much. Who does, after all?
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