She of the sparkling purrsonality--Sparkle

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Hi, I'm Sparkle! This pitcher is of me, hiding unner Misha's bed, abowt to attack the camera strap. Fur the longest time aftur I furst came heer to live, I had this fascinashun wif hiding unner the edge of the bed, an reeching mine paws out to attack the feet of whoefer walkt by. Misha sez I'ze thankfully outgrown that habit.

So I'ze a tortoiseshell, like Gypsy Rose an Abracadabra. I'm not old and grumpy like they are, tho--I'ze only 2 anna half yeers old. Really!

I was born arownd July of 1995, the TED thinks. I way abowt 7 anna haf pownds. Efurryone who sees me at furst think I'ze Gypsy. We do look qwite a bit alike, altho my nose isn't blak on one side and oranj on the uther like Gypsy's. Mine is oranj wif a blak streek down the middul.
I'ze a very curious cat. I alwaze explore evrything, usually sniffin wile I'ze purrin. I also am furry strateforwurd--why walk arownd somefing when yu can clime ovur it? Of corse, I usually manage to nock things heltur-skeltur wile I'ze doing it, but the stuff shoodn't be in my way in the furst place!

My hobbies inclood eeting evrything I find, from pawsible fud, to bugs, to scroos, to whatefer mite be on the floor, incloodin spots. Also, I luv drinking out of people's glassez. Watur an milk are my favritez, but I'll try just abowt anyfing! I also talk to burds and skwirrelz. Sumtimes I try and chase them--I'm a reely fast, sleek, runner! --but I mostly sit an watch them, an chatter to them.

My favrite toy is fur mowsies. I luv the wite ones best, but grey ones are okay. Blak ones are reely neet, too. I play "Mowsie Soccer" by battin a fur mowsie between my paws across the room, an scoring a goal by pooshin it unner sum of the furnicher. When Misha moofed her bookcase to put a noo one in its place, ovur a dozen mowsies were discuverd hidin back there!

Sparkle asleep on the bed with Feeyawnsay

My big luv in this life is Misha's Feeyawnsay, Julian. He is my most favrite purrson, even more so than Misha. He is the only purrson who I instantly bonded to, besides Misha. I alwaze try to jump in his lap, or snuggle by him. This pitcher is of me asleep on Misha's bed wif Julian. Misha curses her chair for creeking rite befur this pitcher was taken, cawsing Feeyawnsay to wake up. I slept rite thru it.

There is anuther pitcher of me snuggled with Feeyawnsay, but Misha's not gunna put it up becawse his mouf is wide open (he was snoring at the time).

As to why I'ze called "Stinky" or "Stinkle"... (blush) When I furst came to live heer (more on that latur), I had reely bad gas. I qwickly became nown as the Master of the "Silent but Dedlees" in this howse. It was evun suggestid that the smell wood kill an ox at five yards. This mostly came frum eeting canned fud, or Purina. Now that I eet ONLY Eukanuba Lamb and Rice, I am odur-free, which makes me, Misha, and Feeyawnsay all happy.

So, as to how I came to live heer. In July of '96, Misha was home alone--her parints were on a vacayshun in the MidWest. Rite aftur Feeyawnsay's burthday, she desided to go to the Hoomane Society and look at cats. She had what sum people refur to as "KittyLust"--ware yu just HAVE to get anuther cat. As if four cats wern't enuf! But she walkt in the cage-plase where I was sittin in my cage in the cornur, and I watched her as she walkt arownd, talkin to all the kitties an pettin most of them. When she got arownd to my dorr, my eyes went as rowud as marbles an I meowed my greetings. "Oh, aren't yu sweet?" she sed. "And yu look like my Gypsy Rose!" She scratcht my eers for a minit, then moofed on, lookin at the rest of the kitties in the room. Then she came bak to me. The worker ther sed she cood take me owt and hold me, if she wantid. She did, and I immediately startid purrin and snugglin like mad. "Aww... look at yu! Such a luv! What's yur name? Sparkle? Funny, I was thinking of naming my next kitty Sparkle, or Dazzle." Then she put me back in the cage, shut the door, and walkt out of the room. I sat there, confoosed. Then the worker came back to get me. I was brot up frunt, and put in a plastic box, kind of like my cage, only smallur. Then I was taken in the metal-monster to visit TED, and then to my new home.

I had to stay in the howse fur a week, becawse I had just ben "fixed" and Misha was wurried abowt me getting in a tangle with one of the uther cats. During this time I was innerduced to Feeyawnsay, and comfy sleepin pillos, and things to play wif, and televishun, which I watcht fur long periods of time. During this time, I went owtside with my hoomin-on-a-string, to meet the other cats. I was very frendly and owtgoing with them, walkin strate up to them to innerduce myself, but they all hisst at me, even Abra, who is a furry mello cat!

Then one day, anuther metal-monster pulled up in the driveway and two people got owt of it. I got to meet Misha's Daddy furst. He was Not Happy abowt having anuther cat; he kept sayin to find anuther home for me. Misha told him I had just shown up in the bakyard one day, and she wasn't sure how long ago that was as I reely resembled Gypsy. He beleeved this snow job, but said I still had to go. Misha said, "I'll bet Mom won't even notise she's heer." She was rite -- for two weeks, her mom coodn't tell the diffrense between me and Gypsy. By the time she did, howefer, it was too late. I had totally won-ovur Daddy.

That's all frum me fur now! Fangu fur reeding!

Sparkle
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Created November 5, 1996. Last updated November 6, 1997.