My absolute favorite picture that sums up everything about Sparky
While I am an avid dog lover, my presence has been graced with some the most awesome felines created on this planet. Today is all about the coolest cat that ever lived named Sparky.
Sparky was smooth and mellow like cool jazz. He would've been the one with the stand-up bass, head hanging low, thumping to every groove in his soul. He had that down and dirty style that shone with a heart of gold. Luscious black fur that was almost sinful to run your fingers through and a white triangle on his chest for an added stamp of class. No, no, no, there was no cat like Sparky.
I was honored with this awesome cat when he was just over a year old. My roommate at the time brought him home and I still remember those yellow owl-like eyes as he took me in, slowly twitching his tail while he hung out on the window sill. He was intriguing and beautiful, I could barely take my eyes off of him. There was something to this cat named Sparky.
The vet froze the body so when we returned we could bury him. We took prints of his paws in plaster and laid him to rest. When we moved I was torn, I couldn't bear the thought of "leaving" him, and actually dug up some of his bones to transfer them to our current home. He was my first pet on my own and I have never met another cat like him.
Yeah, there's was something about that cat named Sparky.