Note- This is really rough, much like I felt when I published it. I will be revising it over time.
Spaz and her sister came to us in March 2009. Cathy picked them up the weekend of March 28. At the time, I was away in Greensboro, NC, for our annual NCAA Tournament Trip, so I first met Spaz the day I got home, which was Sunday, March 29. I was mistaken — the earliest photos we have of the two cats are dated March 9. Although I definitely was not there at the time Cathy brought them home, it’s more likely I was just at work. The first time I ever saw Spaz, she was hiding under our bed, a place to which she would retreat throughout her life whenever she perceived danger in the house (mostly in the form of rambunctious kids or dogs).
Spaz got her name from Cathy’s late cousin, her original owner. It was a perfect fit for her personality when she was younger: rambunctious and mischievous, and prone to sudden “zoomies”.
- Getting between the sofa cover and the sofa (mostly as a younger cat)
- Catnip on top of the cat tree
- Standing on top of the tall cat tree and swatting at fake mice below
- Going into the tub and chasing her tail
Spaz was was Cathy’s cat through and through. I called her Cathy’s Shadow, because she followed Cathy everywhere. She never outgrew the instinct to suckle/nurse, and Cathy (specifically, Cathy’s arm) was her chosen place for that. She tolerated me and played with me, and on very rare occasions, she would crawl up and sit on top of me when I was lying in the bed. She never stayed for very long, though.
- Food and drink
- Begging for milk while I ate cereal
- In more recent years, our household has stopped drinking milk, much to Spaz’s chagrin. So, she turned to licking from my ice cream bowls, but she turned her nose up at any flavor that wasn’t vanilla. Either way, though, the sight, smell or sound of ice cream being served was sure to draw Spaz to your side, whatever she happened to be doing at the time.
- (Mostly later years) Drinking out of the tub, and later out of the sink, with faucet trickling
- Drinking out of the vaporizer and humidifier basins
- Suddenly more bold about going outside
- Looking for her sister?
- Pawing at water bowl and tracking litter around the house
- General
- Chasing me into the bedroom
- In her prime years, she was pretty fast, and would often get there ahead of me
- Oftentimes I would let her in and then close the door to take a shower, get dressed, etc. When she got bored of being in the bedroom (usually pretty quickly), she would paw at the door to try to open it and escape. Our bedroom door does not latch properly, so some times she could get it open, but other times, it was too tight for her. In those cases, she would sit and whine until I had mercy on her and let her out.
- Spaz was never quite as obsessed with closets as her sister was, but she still liked to occasionally dart into them.
- Getting into dresser drawers while we put clothes away, etc.
- Following us into the bathroom by pushing the door open
- Sleeping with Cathy and snuggling up between her legs
- Stirring up trouble with her sister
- Nighttime “zoomies” with hissing
- Chasing mice, crickets, and generally anything that moved
- You could always tell when there was a mouse around, because Spaz would stand guard near where she thought it was lurking
- Looking disappointed after the mouse she was batting around died
- Andrew- “is that a real live dead mouse”? — Cathy initially thought it was a toy dinosaur. On top of the car-shaped scatter rug in front of Andrew’s bedroom door (Spaz often used to attack this rug, and as a result, it was almost always bunched up or out of position)
- Batting/pawing at the computer screen during videos of mice and other critters
- Knocking objects off tables, mantles, etc. to try to get attention, particularly early in the morning when hungry
- Lots of broken things early on
- Jumping up on the back of the rocking chair (corner of living room) and freaking out
- Playing hide-and-seek behind the bar
- Randomly pouncing on things while under the covers on the bed, or attacking the sheets as we tried to make the bed
- In spite of ostensibly having fun pouncing, she didn’t really like being under the covers
- Obsessed with going into the Sun Porch- waiting at the door, darting in at the first opportunity, and then a few minutes later, pawing at the window wanting to be let back in
- Strange obsession with my old Lems Boulder Boots
- Vocalizing while playing with fake cat tail
- Putting her under an inverted clothes basket and trying to get her to swat at my fingers
- Crinkling up Aldi chocolate bar wrappers and tossing them near her to try to get her to chase them (once she got north of around age 15, she had zero interest, but that never deterred me)
- Putting things on her head and seeing how long they would stay there
- Lying on her back with her front paws in “attack” position, or on her side with her tail flicking back and forth
- She liked to do this on the bathroom floor, in the tub, inside shallow boxes and clothes baskets, behind the bar, at the bottom of the basement steps, etc., etc., etc.
- Some times, when she was feeling frisky, she would lie at the bottom of the steps and stare up at me as I stood at the top (usually just after I had gone up). The stairwell light always used to catch her eyes and give them an iridescent glow.
- Unlike her sister, who had a very loud motor, Spaz was not a loud “purr”er. You could hear it if you put your ear right up against her, but for the most part, she was a quiet cat.
- Chasing me into the bedroom





