One day, many years ago, I received a phone call from my mother-in-law telling me that my niece found a tiny baby kitten while riding her bike. Apparently a little baby kitty was crawling across a sidewalk and looked to be the only one left in his litter. She needed someone to take the kitty in and volunteered my husband and I to be his adoptive parents. The poor little guy weighed just 1lb after he ate food and would fit into the palm of your hand. We decided that he needed a strong name thus he came to be known as, Spike. He is now 13 years old and weights 16lbs. He is a big strong boy and has brought us so much joy. We are so grateful that he came into our lives.
October 18, 2016