Nine years ago today, I found Spunky in a cage in the back of an exotic creature store. The owner was trying to save critters from the local high-kill shelter, but the conditions were terrible. He actually lay in my hand and only his tail extended off the hand. He looked like he was 2 weeks, but he was 6 weeks, and weighed only 0.6 pounds when I took him to the vet 2 days later. He chowed down for days. He eats more than either cat.

He earned his name through his spirited antics and now loves to play with Lady Jane, who has enough energy to keep up with him.

In these nine years he has battled allergies and fibrosarcoma.

He comforts me when my spirits are down and seeks love when he needs it. He will invite me to play and has a sense of humor.

He is my heart kitty.

Spunky helping with room cleaning.


Spunky asleep on couch


He wanted in the shelf so I moved some movies.


I keep the cabinet doors open so he can get up there.


Spunky being Spunky


Spunky at the computer


I have more pix in my albums for your enjoyment.