|Birth: ||Jan. 1, 1986|
St. Louis City
|Death: ||Oct. 8, 2001|
St. Louis County
Spike was my first cat. Being a recently discharged veteran I was a tough guy and preferred dogs. I grew up with dogs and had no interest in cats. I was extremely poor at the time and was going to college on the GI Bill and felt I couldn't afford a another mouth to feed.
A friend brought him over to my shotgun apartment in South St. Louis. The cat came from down the street. An old man took care of the neighborhood strays and said if I don't want it, just bring it back.
We became pals right off.
I lived in 8 different houses/apartments etc and Spike went with me. All through college Spike followed me around Missouri and Illinois.
Spike did stay with my Mom until I got on my feet at College. Not liking massive change in his domain, Dad was concerned about that thing in his household. Trying to lessen any concern Dad may have had, I told Pops not to worry, as the cat prefers catnip and won't drink his beer. And if the cat meows too loud just turn on the vacuum cleaner that will quite him down. Being a serious kind of guy he didn't like that answer at all.
After Spike went back with me, Mom got a cat of her own. Things continued to go downhill for Dad when Mom felt the new cat needed a playmate now they have two cats.
At College, I lived in a house and had several roommates. Those roommates had their own pets. Every pet in that rowdy house had a name that was associated with booze.
There was Jack, a golden retriever.
Ripple, a cat.
Schaffer, a cat named after the local cheapo beer.
Guinness, a cat.
Bass, a 4 inch large mouth bass in an aquarium, named after an Irish Beer.
and Spike, as in spiking a drink.
Spike was afraid of humans until he got to know them. This came in handy because cats weren't allowed at several of my apartments. If maintenance replaced a furnace filter, Spike would hide until the infiltrator went away.
My South St. Louis apartment was broken into and robbed but Spike was safe and sound, hiding behind the water bed.
If I didn't keep Spike's box clean he would use the toilet. My brother Matt roomed with me and never believed the peeing in the toilet story until he and his girlfriend Noelle heard a noise from the bathroom. Upon investigation, there sat Spike, on the can, getting the job done.
When I got my first engineering job after college, I rented a tiny house near Auburn Illinois. The place was near a corn field and there were mouse feces all over the place.
Cats aren't allowed? Well that's just too bad. I was used to having an illegal living in my other apartments. In just a few days my mouse problem was gone. I didn't even have to worry about dead mice laying around the house. He ate them nose to tail.
Spike ranks up there as one of the greatest cats of all time.
I sure do miss him.
Daffodil Hill Cemetery
St. Louis County
Created by: David Lurk
Record added: Jun 02, 2011
Find A Grave Memorial# 70740907