Spike is Moose's brother, and we adopted them at the same time. The resemblance is uncanny, no? Just like Moose, Spike cannot meow. If possible Spike's squeaks are even more pathetic.
He's easily the smartest, and possibly the sweetest and most annoying and frustrating. All of them are "helpers," but Spike is the worst of the lot. He also really enjoys trying to get into things he has no business getting into, like cabinets and drawers and boxes and plastic shopping bags. He tried getting into a bag on the kitchen counter while I was unloading groceries last week, so I moved it out of the way onto a raised platter we keep fruit on. He didn't hesitate to stand up on the platter and try getting into the bag again. Not to get anything in particular, just to be a pest.
Some of Spike's nicknames are Red-Headed Step Child, Damian (of The Omen fame), Freckle Lips (he has black spots on his lips, so cute and weird), Daddy's Boy, and "Your Cat" (as in "DAMMIT DAD YOUR CAT DRAGGED A TOWEL DOWN THE HALL AGAIN" and yes that really happens).
He really likes getting up on this wall of the shower in the mornings while my mom is getting ready for work. He only gets down when my dad stands next to it so he can jump down in my dad's shoulders. He is pitifully cute with my dad.
See that face? That รด_o face? He's a thinker. He's probably smarter than me, really.
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