Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Spike


This is Spike. If you watch the right TV you know where that's from. I got Spike in 2001 from Animal control. He was flea ridden and looked pretty beaten up but he cleaned up nicely. He loves to follow me around to every room in the house and make sure he knows where I am.
That spot there on the couch is his.
When I come home, the two girls want to be fed, but Spike wants to see me.

Black cats are the fracking bomb!

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