I’ve had Sparky for almost eight years. For those of you who don’t know the story of how I got Sparky, pull up a seat.
One day I walked outside and heard the most awful screeching noise (it was worse than I a dial-up modem) and I popped the hood of our car in the driveway to find this tiny kitten staring up at me amidst the wires and engine. That is also how she got the name Spark Plug (Sparky for short). We think someone’s cat had kittens and they chucked her into our driveway. The vet said she couldn’t have been more than eight weeks old and I doubt she made it to our driveway by herself. If that’s true, that’s a pretty crappy thing to do to a kitten, but it was good because now she has a loving home.