I love this cat! He was first given to Marianne & Me, in February of 2004, by my best friend Albert Pena. He was a baby then. And now he is a wise unselfish cat. Always willing to extend a gregarious paw to others: never thinking of himself in return.
I promised him I would never abandon him. I have never abandoned anyone. And as much evil that I have wrought upon him, and his deceased sibling, Faye, I pledge my obedience in servitude to his awesome presence.
He is of the Feline Race. He is a Cat! And he is Mine! Forever to roam the dreaded ground of this earthly rock: and forever peaking out the window, by the door. Seeking the return of the one being that he truly loves.
He misses her!!
I witness this expression in his eyes, as he moves silently, and cautiously towards me, in the moment. Pushing my hands to comfort his soft and smooth coating of fur.
As he cries in the nighttime, watching him seek solace, or dignity in retrospect, of what remains of the few clothing she mistakenly left behind, I become emotional (NOT CRYING! Um??). Sleeping on each as if it was truly her. Hmph! He loves me! He understands, now, that I would never back stab him. To hence turn my back, and walk away, as if he meant little to me.
I may be cruel, but I am not this evil. Well, maybe just a bit evil!
He has his little friends, Scrappy, and Spunky to keep him company. I wonder, if, at times, he seeks out the playful buddy that has shared the same bowl, and ran the same wooden floors with him: Scooter??
I know now, through intuition that Scooter was given to her niece, while still in a moment of pathological lying. She made me look desperately for this cat! I even spotted a Tabby draped with an orange flavouric coating as Scooter. I had my doubts concerning his sudden disappearance. She could not deceive me fully.
Spike misses her. She left him without a ray of hope. This family was not to break, but she made the first move and I sure as hell will make the last. Spike didn't deserve this. And for this I shall seek my vengeance, in time. For he is loved by many. And many see him as not a pet, but as Spike.
I'm not specifically preaching "She Didn't Love Spike". But what she did could have easily been handled more maturely, than up and high tailing it to New York, or wherever the hell she is.
My Mr Num Nums, SPIKE, I Love U!! We All Love You!
As he cries in the nighttime, watching him seek solace, or dignity in retrospect, of what remains of the few clothing she mistakenly left behind, I become emotional (NOT CRYING! Um??). Sleeping on each as if it was truly her. Hmph! He loves me! He understands, now, that I would never back stab him. To hence turn my back, and walk away, as if he meant little to me.
I may be cruel, but I am not this evil. Well, maybe just a bit evil!
He has his little friends, Scrappy, and Spunky to keep him company. I wonder, if, at times, he seeks out the playful buddy that has shared the same bowl, and ran the same wooden floors with him: Scooter??
I know now, through intuition that Scooter was given to her niece, while still in a moment of pathological lying. She made me look desperately for this cat! I even spotted a Tabby draped with an orange flavouric coating as Scooter. I had my doubts concerning his sudden disappearance. She could not deceive me fully.
Spike misses her. She left him without a ray of hope. This family was not to break, but she made the first move and I sure as hell will make the last. Spike didn't deserve this. And for this I shall seek my vengeance, in time. For he is loved by many. And many see him as not a pet, but as Spike.
I'm not specifically preaching "She Didn't Love Spike". But what she did could have easily been handled more maturely, than up and high tailing it to New York, or wherever the hell she is.
My Mr Num Nums, SPIKE, I Love U!! We All Love You!
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