No one can really remember Spaz's birthday. We knew she was somewhere between 20 and 25. I think I remember her as far back as when I was 8...making her 22. She lived a long, happy life. She was a sweet kitty...and oh so tiny. She was hit by a car and killed.
This is Spazee asleep in a basket...this is the oldest picture I can find of Spaz..taken in 1984.
Here's Spaz diligently watching a bird! Look out bird! She was good at hunting when she was younger.
I love this picture of Shannon licking Spaz. Shannon adored Spaz and Spaz was pretty keen on Shannon.
Here's Spaz in my first ever Christmas tree when I moved into my apartment. No matter what I did, I couldn't get her to stop climbing in it!
Along those same lines, here she is stuffing herself into a little box that once held a Christmas decoration.
Here she is all wrapped up in an afghan. Despite my mom's protestations, Spaz spent a lot of time inside our house.
Another inside shot...curled up on the hamper.
In the laundry basket...yes, those *were* freshly cleaned clothes!
Sitting on top of the picnic table. She was beautiful.