Teresa:
I'm afraid to ask, but I must...what happened to poor Sarah? Lisa:
I don't know. She never did look quite right. She just stopped eating one afternoon and died that night. I like Spike myself and it does seem to fit her - she got a lot of guts for a such puny little thing. She don't back down from Sheba either and chased her across the room hissing and spitting at her on one occasion.
the not-very-official blog of the sisters formerly known as rosche
Sadly, Sarah the cat passed away a little over a week ago and less than 24 hours after she was in the ground Daniel showed up with Spike. Daniel swore it was a boy because he had um, boy parts. I didn't see any, but I make it a habit not too check too closely between the legs of things with sharp claws. After a trip to the vet, we found out that spike is a healthy eight week old girl. The name stuck.
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