Little man...

I never thought a cat or any pet for that matter could have so much of an impact in my life. Spaz was 6 weeks old when we brought him home from the shelter. Even then he was the last one in his litter to be picked. He had a runny nose and was recovering from a cold.

It is so true that once you spend enough time with a cat, you get to know their personalities. Spaz was a killer I tell ya! He'd wait, and wait, and wait, and wait until his prey either was too far away to reach, or just plain disappeared back to where they came from before he would think about attacking! That's m'boy!

In reality, Spaz is the best little friend you could ask for. He's waiting for you in the morning for his morning pets. He's waiting when you come home for his evening pets. He's talking to you all the time asking "where the hell are my pets?" He's almost mastered fetching a rubber band...

He'll be missed...

Spaz was dropped off at our friends place today. They graciously offered to take him in for the year. Thanks so much you guys! You're the best! Hope he's not too much trouble. I'm sure once he's out from hiding, he'll grow on you as much as he did on me!