Buffy-The Lawnmower-Kid Revisited

As I told in the book, Buffy was found as a tiny kitten, hiding out in the housing of a lawnmower (not a good idea). Pasha and I took him in as (it turned out) our last foster kitten until he was old enough to be returned to the shelter--ready for adoption. But he was a sly fellow .... read how that little squirt contrived his way into the home (and the heart) of another shelter volunteer by misbehaving at the shelter (it worked for him).

Then, he was Buffy, named by his Savior...who still inquires about his well-being.

  

He was renamed by his "forever"-Savior to Spunky,

and it is no misnomer.

I just visited him in his forever home (the same belonging to Tootsie, the sweet Rottweiler). There he was, fat (or should I say corpulent?), and sassy, happily watching the goings-on outside--from the safety of his couch. Oh, did I ever mention we was supposed to be an outside cat? Yeah, right. Think again. Not this smart little guy. He decided from the get-go that he liked 'the good life--inside.'

Spunky's all-time favorite place, though, is here--especially on hot summer days.