A Party Animal

Good ol' Saturday. Spike is home, no doubt to freeload on Thanksgiving next week. Has he ever offered to help prepare the green bean casserole? No, of course not. But put a plate of turkey drumsticks and giblet stuffing on the table and he's the first to help himself.
Tonight I planned to pick up one of his favorites, a bold pinot noir, with hopes that we could play a rousing game of Trivial Pursuit. But when I arrived home, I discovered Spike had already took it upon himself to not wait for me and have a wild and crazy time with the cooking sherry. (Darnit Spike...I had pork tenderloins defrosting in the fridge for that).
So now he's passed out in the living room and I have no one to play Trivial Pursuit with.
I'm not looking forward to tomorrow morning when he's whining about his hangover.

Boo, from Transylvania

While most people are painstakingly scouring the stores for their perfect Halloween costume, decorating their windows with orange lights and fake cobwebs and setting carved pumpkins on their porches, Spike took a different approach this year. In an effort to gain a better understanding of how this holiday came to be what it is today, Spike set off to the spooky destination of Transylvania.

Being in another country, his cell phone un-working, the only form of communication we’ve received is a postcard relaying his safe arrival. Spike writes “I’ve arrived! Transylvania is an interesting place, with ominous dark clouds and large castle-like buildings with tall spires. I’ve yet to find Dracula and am becoming more and more distraught with every person bursting into laughter when I ask about his whereabouts. Perhaps a fellow cat would be of some help. Despite my unsuccessful Dracula findings, Transylvania is not scarce of garlic and stake vendors. I’ll be sure to make my famous Garlic Chicken Soup when I return, as I’ve picked up a hefty amount of garlic cloves here already at a great price.

Now I’m off to meet with a fellow who says he can direct me to the location of the world’s largest jack-o-lantern. I felt bad accepting his offer, as he was looking rather pale, perhaps coming down with a case of the swine flu. He says he’s a strict night owl and can only meet with me after dark, which I thought was a little strange. But either way now that the sun has set, I better be on my way. Perhaps later, I can cook him some of my famous Garlic Chicken Soup as a sign of my gratitude and to help his cold.”

painting Spike.

I have a special paintbrush that I keep near my other paintbrushes on my craft table. I don't use it for painting as one might assume. Instead, it's Spike's personal paintbrush that he likes for me to brush on his face. So he'll come by every now and then when I'm working and give me the "brush my face" eyes. So I do. Sometimes Ein gets jealous and wants me to brush her face too. But I only have so many special kitty paintbrushes to go around at one time. She'll have to wait her turn.

It's really hard to get my painting done because god forbid I put down his paintbrush and try to pick up my other brushes to actually do some work. Intricate detailing will have to wait no doubt.



And also at some point when I was actually painting he also managed to rub himself into my paint covered brushes.

Ok that's a lie. I poked him with my paintbrush because he was curious. And it didn't seem to phase him one bit. I'm a terrible mother.

Spike is a Traitor.

So it's come to my attention that Spike, seen above "smelling the flowers", has totally been sending his postcards and images to Jamie, his other parental figure (who coincidentally does all the litter changing, feeding and vet visits...)

This is the reason for the gap in posts. But I'm fixing that now. Jamie will soon be given permission to post the photos she gets from him.

I warn all three of you who read this blog though.. While I would never write the word "kitteh" or use any form of "lolcat-speak" without quotation marks and intense amounts of sarcasm, she has no such boundaries.

SpikeTravels, you just got "kitteh'd"

Spike visits......Wilmington, Delaware?

Spike made time on his way from Colorado to "whoknowswherenext" to say goodbye to Kati from Purrverts. Kati was one of the first to publish photos of Spike's journey and left the city of Wilmington a few weeks ago.

She'll still be on Purrverts though, so Spike can check that out when he gets warm feelings of whatever.

I like to think he came back just to visit me though. I advised him to make these pictures more interesting, because no one wants to see the "always gray" skies of Delaware...

Heeeeeeeerrrreeeeeeeee's Spike!

Computer problems and laziness have kept Spike's travels from the public. So don't blame him, he's just a cat.

Speaking of Spike, he's an expletive deleted liar. I was all, "When you coming back to visit?" and he was all "meow," which we all know is kitten for "not for a while, I'm still trying to find myself so lay off me MOM." Then he sends me this picture from the Overlook Hotel in Colorado!

Spike, if you're reading this, 1) when did you learn to read? and 2) you hurt me.

Anyway apparently there's some movie magic involved here. That or hellish evil spawns have taken refuge inside the seemingly innocuous hotel near the picturesque Rockie Mountains.

You decide.

Konichiwa in Tokyo

Spike's visit to Tokyo

Before everyone "floods" this photographic journey of epic proportions with comments like "wth" and "Hey you lied to me you meanie-bo-beanie," let me explain.

No, Spike was not a giant in London. I wasn't lying, it really was the angle of things.

"But how, pray tell, is Spike now fighting a giant 200 foot tall Godzilla?"

Easy. Spike went to Tokyo and found it being destroyed, AGAIN, by Godzilla. Being the brave little kitten he is, he volunteered to be shot/injected/struck with radiation/laser beams/stem cells to grow to mammoth-sized and save Tokyo. Duh.

Though I believe after the fight Spike held the city hostage for all their Hello Kitty action figures.

'Ello from Big Ben

This is Spike's first stop on his quest to find meaning and excitement in this world. You might be asking yourself, "Hey me, is it just us or is that cat a giant?"

It's just you and your inability to decipher perspective. He's really close to the camera and standing above it. He's still just kitten-sized, for now at least.

Incidentally Spike sends all his photo's in "wallpaper" size. Click to enlarge > right click > save > ??? > Profit!.

Spikes first steps

This is Spike. See Spike climb.

Spike wanted to leave our humble abode and see new places. He outlined this very clearly in his 12 point letter to us. It's personal, else I would post it here. It talks about how he wants to see the world and grow as an individual, his hopes, his dreams (mostly about food. He likes McDonald's French Fries.)

He's promised to send us postcards and photos of his journey, as well as all his bills... Thanks Spike.