Happy Birthday Spike!

As I sit here on the couch, about to begin writing my Friday morning blog posting, I am distracted by a strange wheezing noise.  Looking to my right, I see that it is merely Spike, the Hotness Monster asleep on the ottoman and snoring, I guess.   My husband has always said that Spike has a strange wheeze, but until now, I had never heard it.   As a matter of fact, I hardly ever see him sleeping as he prefers to sleep behind either the armoire or the overstuffed chair in the living room.  But today he is as loud and proud as a twelve year old cat can be.

Spike joined our family around the same time as my daughter did.  As a matter of fact, while I was in the hospital,  laboring and threatening the lives of the medical staff that did not yank the bastard anesthesiologist off the golf course, stat, my son was hanging out at his grandma's house, coaxing this little grey stripped kitty out from under the shed.

From the beginning, this little cat was drawn to people and carried his tail high and proud.  Nobody was going to get in the way of what he wanted and it was clear, that he wanted to be part of our family.  So twelve years ago, I got my epidural and said yes to the cat.  After getting the epidural, I would have said yes to adopting six chickens and a llama.  Thank god they were only asking for a cat.

Spike turned out to be an ideal cat in every way and as you can tell from my Avatar, there were no cat/dog issues when we brought Brownie the Wonderdog into the house.  The nuzzling and chaste, neutered love between them is both sweet and freaky and an endless source of entertainment for us.

So, around this time every year, we celebrate Spike and his approximate birthday/adoption day.  He is one of a kind and I am so glad that he chose us.

Here's a little photo tribute: