Since I've been so bad about blogging for Spike, we've decided to stop posting on his blog and I already a category for him so he'll just post his stuff here too. So tonight the post is about what a helper I have in Spike.
Here's Spike helping me read a knitting pattern. (ignore the mess) I don't know if this means he really likes the sweater, or really hates the sweater.
Here's Spike helping me break in a gift Julia sent me from Dhaka. It's a Hello Kitty cereal box. I guess he really wanted all the cereal to himself.
Here's Spike viewing the outside from ontop of my bookshelf, where he is not suppose to be. And it's completely impossible to get him down from there (he will scratch you) since you know, this is a very important vantage point in which to view the 'others'. It's for my own protection I'm sure (and if I have to pick up books from the floor afterwards, so be it).
Here Spike is helping me keep the laundry from the dryer warm. I had set it down to shut the door and I looked back and there he was, helping out. He zonked out for a few hours in order to fulfill his kitty duties.
Here he is helping me when I spilled soy milk on the floor. He stared and stared and stared, then he sniffed it, than he stared. Then he decided finally that it wasn't worth licking and walked away. And then I cleaned it up and mopped the floors. He's a big help.
And finally, here he is helping me with my homework. That sheet he's sitting on was my reference paper, and I guess he decided that I had done enough schoolwork and it was actually time to pet him. He's a very diligent cat.
So that's it for now, I actually have a tonne of photos of Spike, and I could do a whole blog entry about him helping me put the daybed together, but another night. I need to go get some spinning done :)
And no worries Mom, I'm putting together a spinning post for you- just wait to see the new fleece I bought! Wheeee!
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Just tonight we were talking about how much kitties help with papers. Chuck decided I had done enough prep this afternoon and sprawled across my papers on my desk - forcing me to pull them out one by one from under him. That was until he decided I had enough and he dug his claws into them.
Rupert renames Jim's My Documents to something in wingdings.
The important thing is that Spike appears to be totally content in all of those pictures. And that of course is the most important thing.
The last comment was from Mom.
Spike = most adorable helper ever. Does he do contract work? Perhaps with payment of tuna?
Good job Spike!
~Sabre, Callie, Nova and Zoe
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