That big fat-ass cat...well, that's my Spotty...I called her Spot. If you look at her nose closely, you will see she has a grey spot on the right side! Hence the name, Spot!

She's been gone for a few years now and I miss her very much. She was MY kitty...the first one that I ever had as MY cat. Not my Mom's, not my brother's, not my girlfriend's...MY CAT! My little, mild, wonderful kitty that I named Spot. And she and I, well, like Paul Simon said, "Me and Julio down by the schoolyard". We spent very cool times together...I can't really explain but, if you have ever had a friend like that, you will understand.

I miss you, Spot...I know that Toby got in your face often. But I will always remember the day that, as Toby walked by, you just clocked him...no provocation, he wasn't doing anything. And you just whacked him in the face...and I laughed. And I thought to myself...hey, years of being provoked. I still think its funny as all hell today!

I miss you Spot...