The White Devil

Today's post is dedicated to my cat Spot.

Spotty Joe was born in Newport News, VA on Feb 3, 1997 in the St. James Terrace Apartments on 30th Street. (Yeah, he's a ghetto cat.)

His big yellow-green eyes are mostly filled with rage these days, but he was so cute when he was little.

He was the runt of the litter and fit snugly into the palm of your hand. When we picked him, he was mostly white with black tips on his ears, tail, and eyes with a big heart shaped spot on his back. His mother's owner was about to move so we took him early at 5 weeks. He couldn't even hop into the litter box he was so small. Teddy would carry him around the house like he was his baby. It was adorable.

As he got older, he got attached to two things... A little yellow and white ball and a little brown and white puppy beanie baby doll.

He's definitely Daddy's cat. He really only tolerates me because I do feed them on occasion. I believe he got tired of me playing dress-up with ribbons and collars over the years.

Over time, he's learned to play fetch with his little toys and will keep bringing them back to you as long as you keep throwing.

As time went by, he lost his yellow ball under many a different piece of furniture and luckily his Grandma sent him several more to play with.

He was not too happy with us in 2007 when we adopted Boomer. (He's learned to love Boomer almost as much as he can!)

Not, he's about he be fifteen in a month and a half. He's not been feeling too well lately and has been going through some kidney issues and losing weight. He's become more cuddly and is willing to sit with me more these days.

Every morning, he lets us know it's breakfast time at about 6:45 by crying incessantly until one of us get up to fill his bowl. (It's hard to sleep in anymore!)

All in all, he's a pretty awesome cat.