It's Mr. Spunky's 11th Gotcha Day!
Eleven years ago today I rescued him from a rescue cage he shared with a larger cat at an exotic creatures store. I had held this tiny creature of 9 ounces and 6 weeks and when I put him back, he started climbing to the top of the crate, caterwauling, "Get me out of here!" I took him home and bathed him, etc. The rest is another story. 9It was a Saturday evening too, when I got him.)
He was named Punk at first, but I went positive and started calling him Spunky.
He's my heart kitty, the most intelligent cat I've ever met, and we do have a bond. He's sitting with me now, reminding me that I have to feed him yet again in order to have peace.
So wish him a Happy Gotcha Day and I hope he is with me at least another 11 years.
Meowmie to Mr. Spunky, Samwise, Lady Jane, Bob, and Callie.
RIP Emily (Oct 8, 2013), Rose (Sept 24, 2001), Maggie (Fall 2003)