Origin of Spooky

NOTE : This is a memorial to Spooky, who passed on in the summer of 2010 after a lengthy battle with cancer.  When initially diagnosed, the vet told us not to expect her to live more than 2 or 3 weeks (cancer tends to hit cats very hard).  However, she hung on for nearly 5 months.  But there came a time when the kindest thing to do was to give her peace from the ravages of the disease.  It was a beautiful, warm sunny day when I took her to the vet for the last time.  The vet was running behind schedule, so Spooky and I sat outside in the sun.  I let her out of her cage and she wandered about on a tabletop for a while, sniffing the air and really enjoying herself.  I, of course, was an emotional wreck.  Even after all the time that has passed, it still brings tears to my eyes to write this. Her passing was gentle and dignified.   Shortly after I got home, the skies clouded over and there was a tremendous display of thunder and lightning.  I’m sure that it was due to Spooky asserting herself over the heavens, just as she did in life.

A very long time ago [staff : 1998], some vile cad assaulted me on my first heat, with the result that I became pregnant. At which point I and my offspring were subjected to imprisonment and forced to share a cell block with lesser cats. One by one, my kittens were removed from the cage, never to be seen again. Which was just as well, since it made more room for me. Then shortly after the last of the kittens was removed, my current Staff plucked me from the cage and took me away to a vast, strange place. For some reason, they also brought along a large, black cat. For the first little while I made sure that I followed him around pretty closely … that way, if there were any dangers, he’d “discover” them first. A girl can’t be too careful. But now that all the dangers have been taken care of (none of which took care of that Other Cat, damn it all), I am now Supreme Ruler of The Universe. All bow before me. All tremble at my passing.

The Vet (blah! icky!) estimated my age at 1 year when the staff picked me up, and since then everyone comments on my thick plush coat, and beautiful pink nose.

My favorite things include : sniffing the insides of sneakers, striking evil-doers with the Paw of Justice ™, ensuring that no interlopers breathe my air without my express permission (rarely given), accepting all adoration as my due, using the Staff as a mattress at night, entertaining the Staff by whistling cheerful tunes through my nose, and forcing the Other Cat to leave a good sleeping spot by forcibly grooming him.

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