Half a Year With Spice

It’s been just over six months since the two of us, who had previously sworn off ever again succumbing to the charms of fur babies, threw caution to the wind and adopted Spice after I spotted him online at Animal Aide in St. Thomas. The other night I realized I didn’t know when our 11-year-old cat’s birthday was. Now I know that he is actually 12! 

Yup, we missed his birthday. Next winter we’ll make up for it.

There was no weirdness with Spice and no real settling in period. Other than a couple of hisses at Derek early on, he acted right at home from the start. His routine is simple and he’s fairly neat for an old guy. He has even turned into a bit of a designer! Because of his influence we now have a Spice-coloured rug in the TV room. Sure, he sheds and I can’t possibly brush him often enough but – oh well. We all have our little quirks.

We briefly considered getting a second cat to keep him company but ultimately let that idea go. From everything we’ve read and learned, it could be more disruptive for him than comforting, as we hoped. So he remains an only cat.

Rubbing his belly takes the worries of the world away.

He’s a ball of love and a big chatterbox. And he is the best decision we have made. I call him Bubbie, weasel, tiger and the smile-maker. He has stopped sleeping on my head and prefers to settle on one of my hands for a nap. It’s like he has always been with us. We hope for his continued good health and that he’ll be part of our family for a good long time.