When Spike senses that I might be reading poetry submissions for the lit mag, he thinks it’s time for cuddles. As you can see, he finds a way to wedge his booty between the most delicately balanced of obstacles-to-love, like an old Starbucks cup full of paintbrushes and pencils, suitable for crashing loudly to the floor and making a mess with maximum dispersal.
People who visit have no idea.
He acts skittish and antisocial for most folks, but he’s all about the snuggles and chatty trilling as soon as guests leave. #damncat
He’s a monkey in kitty form. He runs on love and purrs for kisses.
Cute and crazy.
Things even out.