Spike.

So, I'm living the cliché and being a crazy cat lady. Fortunately, I have a worthy cat for this endeavor. A cat who loves people, makes converts of former cat-haters, and cares not how he is held. Also, if you hold him belly up and bend him a little, he will grab his tail with his front paws and start cleaning it like a lollipop. This is no mundane level of cute: you better reckonize.

To that end: Behold Spike. Ye shall behold him in reverse chronological order, ye shall click on the thumbnail if ye wish to behold him more closely, and ye shall sometimes behold him alongside Jasper, my roommate's cat, with whom Spike shares a special love. And yes, they're both fixed, so it is a chaste love. Get ye heads out of the gutter. Louts.


	Sometimes, when no one's home or when whoever's home is too busy to play with him, Spike sits in my roommate's window and watches people pass by. When it's one of us coming home, he starts "talking" to us.
	Spike and Jasper on my bed.
	Spike and Jasper on Jasper's bed.
	Watching the garden in the winter.

	And now we get to the First Day kitten photos. He was owning the place from Day One.
	My sister Jonna brought Spike from an allergic neighbor to my home. Because she herself is also allergic, but liked this cat too much to see him exit her life entirely.




	This is the photo that makes converts. Spike climbs all over my former roommate's bookcase and decides that, ultimately, he can only endorse Solzhenitsyn.