A big thanks for those who sent e-mails asking for a Sparky Tabasco update. It would seem that little Sparky has a fan club!
Yesterday she weighed in at a whopping 3 pounds 10 ounces. She's come a long way from the scruffy 9 ounce orphan I found on the 4th of July. Sparky is turning into a real beauty. She's long and lean, with an Oriental body type (think Siamese--what cat fanciers call a "classy chassis") and a short silky coat. And attitude. Brother, does she have attitude!
When the carpenter fired up his noisy tools, it freaked Sparky for the first minute or two, but after she realized it wasn't going to hurt her, she relaxed. Now, the vacuum cleaner doesn't scare her. Thunder doesn't scare her. Big dogs don't scare her. The one thing that does (thankfully!) scare her is when the coyotes howl. She does a commando belly crawl and slinks away when the howling starts.
These two pictures show Sparky terrorizing my young Boxer, Shona. I love the "Mexican stand-off" picture with Sparky and Shona going nose to nose. Seconds after I took that picture, Sparky launched herself at Shona and they wrestled ferociously.
Sparky continues to add new culinary delights to her diet. Her latest additions are broccoli and green beans. The next picture shows her chowing down on green beans that I "accidentally" dropped *g* on the kitchen floor. Sparky zoomed in, beating out the dog, and scarfed down the beans with gusto. Do any of you cat owners have cats with culinary oddities?
Sparky tried my coffee once and decided she didn't like it. I'm grateful. She's already a pistol--I certainly don't need her hopped up on caffeine! (Why do you think her middle name is Tabasco?!!) Let's just say that every time I hear a crash somewhere in the house, I know Sparky is the cause. Once I go to inspect the damage, this is what I usually find: little Miss Innocence, peeking around the corner to see if the coast is clear.