Meet Spaz
9 Dec
I’ve been around felines for most of my life. My grandmother was even the crazy cat lady. Now, while I don’t intend to have seven dogs, eighty-seven cats, a rooster, a possum, and a horse, I do own a single kitty.
Ahhh... catnip. Making you high so I can take pictures.
Spaz is crazy. Her favorite pastimes include mewling at me for no reason, using the hallway as a half-pipe, and staring at me like I’m doing something very stupid.
Her favorite toys are the little pull-tabs off of gallons of milk, laser pointers, and the bits of real cat toys she’s decimated beyond recognition.
She also spends a great deal of time purring when there is no discernible reason for her to be purring. No one will be touching her. She won’t be anywhere near touching distance, and yet there she is… going off on her best impression of an idling engine.
But, she’s my cat and I adore her. I’ve heard that having pets can lengthen your lifespan. I’m not sure if black cats that have been known to break mirrors count.
Poor Spaz hates children and hides from my daughter obsessively…I think i’ve seen that cat twice for all the times i’ve been to your house.
I’m not sure what it is about her that Spaz hates, but it’s enough to make her run for the damned hills. Normally, she’s out investigating everyone and everything.