The above picture shows Sparky in the wastepaper basket under my desk. It is her new hideout. For the past few weeks, whenever I looked for Sparky, I could never find her. I'd search the room, calling her name, then move to another room and do the same. Next thing I knew, Sparky would come strolling out of the first room in answer to my repeated calling. I could never figure out where she'd been hiding. Obviously she'd found a secret place to sleep, but diligent searching on my part was fruitless--until a few days ago. That's when I discovered her curled up in the wastepaper basket, fast asleep. She is the strangest cat!
IT ALL BEGAN WITH A BOX
Looking back, I can see how it all began. She likes playing in boxes, as most cats do. From boxes she graduated to plastic shopping bags like the one below. That wadded up paper ball in the second picture is one of her many toys she carts around in her mouth.
From boxes and plastic bags, she moved to wastepaper baskets. As mentioned in a previous post, they make excellent hidey-holes for springing out at unsuspecting victims. But her favorite use for the wastepaper basket under my desk is for naps. How she can sleep with me banging away on the keyboard is beyond me. One thing's for sure: with Sparky around, you don't need a TV!
The low point this past week has been the loss of dear Christopher due to a rare and aggressive cancer. I barely had time to digest the awful diagnosis before he was gone. Both Sparky and I miss him terribly. I'm comforted by the fact Sparky got a good start in life by the ministrations of this extraordinary male cat who took her under his wing and taught her how to be a proper kitty. He was a patient and benevolent babysitter to Sparky, and a devoted companion to me. He will be remembered for his many fine qualities, but the one I'll remember the most is his mentoring of a feisty orphaned kitten. This is my favorite picture of Christopher and Sparky: