The First Year

(Copyright 2013-2015)


Sparkles and Mommie


This book was written by Sparkles (the cat) with Mommie’s help.  All ideas and entries are from the mind of Sparkles.  Side commentary is by Mommie.

When Mommie talks or has her ideas they will be in italics.  Everything else is MINE!


It was a regular Tuesday at the Pound.  I heard Mommie tell the caretaker she wanted an adult female cat that purred.  She walked right past me.  Luckily for me there were only two such animals in the shelter and neither of the cats measured up to her purring standards.  On her way out Mommie glanced at me and stuck her little finger into the cage – I guess to tease me or something.  That’s when I went into my LOUD purring mode. 

“Love at first sight.”   Mommie reached in and held me to be sure the purring didn’t stop.  I could have pur-r-r-r-ed forever if it meant getting out of that prison.  Mommie told the caretaker she wanted a cat today and if I were available she wanted ME.  Just think, someone really wanted me!  I guess she didn’t care that I was only five months old and male.  She just wanted a cat TODAY. 

In the office when Mommie was filling out the papers, she asked if I had a name.  Of course I had a name, I just didn’t know what it was.  Mommie took another look at me as I scurried under the desks looking for something, anything, to go for a run away from the cage.  Mommie told the caretaker about someone called Woffier* and then she said I brought a sparkle to her eyes, so she called me Sparkles which sounded good to me.

*Woffier was Mommie’s beloved 11-year old German Shepherd who died six weeks earlier.  Mommie was really sad about that.


Since the weather was cold yesterday Mommie decided it was time to work on her income tax return. Mommie sometimes waits till the last minute to do things. She says “I work better with a deadline.” Whatever that means.

As she always does, she spread the information into piles on the bed. Apparently that is her sorting system. She invited me to get on the bed so I could do my nine to ten hour afternoon nap. I jumped up on the bed as she asked.

Unfortunately, it was much more fun to play in the piles of paper. She tried to lure me to the pillow where I always sleep, but that piece of tuna didn't do the trick yesterday. I was more interested in jumping (and sleeping) on the receipts. Deep down I know Mommie didn't want to scold me, but she did. Mommie is not a happy camper when it comes to taxes; she hates the job and I was making it worse for her.

I finally went to the pillow when Mommie said, through gritted teeth, “get off the bed.” I knew she really meant for me to get off the receipts.

By the way what are “gritted teeth”?


Yesterday when Mommie went to town, she left Patches and me alone in the house. Since I already had my nine hours of morning / afternoon sleep, I decided to do some exploring. In Mommie's office I found some paperwork to “rearrange”. I knocked off the telephone to the floor and scratched the leather on Uncle Tom's chair. Patches was still getting his “beauty sleep” (and, boy does he need that!!) so he wasn't around to tattle.

Then I went to the dining room. I spotted a big yellow ball on top of the china hutch and decided I really needed to get to it. I jumped on top of the table (no problem), then onto the antique china cabinet which is a couple feet away from the table and a couple feet closer to the hutch (a little harder to do). My last jump was about eighteen inches from the cabinet and two feet taller. I did my best Superman jump.

SUCCESS!! I was on top of the hutch. That ball was a balloon that bacon (Keith) lost yesterday when he was here. When I reached for it, P-O-P. That scared me so much I almost lost my balance on the narrow ledge on the hutch.

That POP brought Patches as fast he could run. He looked at me with his “I'm-going-to-tell-Mommie eyes”. I had a lot worse problem than Patches – the antique cabinet had a sharp crown around the top. I didn't notice it when I jumped, but looking from atop the hutch, the odds looked awful. I shut my eyes and jumped.

I'm here to tell you I made it (barely) and Patches felt so sorry for me he didn't even tattle. Mommie found the office mess and scolded both of us. After all, Patches could have been the one to scratch the chair.   


Jan. 5, 2015
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Sparkles' Mommie | Reply 13.02.2015 10.23

Amberlyn, don't you remember the lesson Sparkles got several months ago when he said he hated Patches. Even though you are a young girl, it is not nice to hate.

Amberlyn (6 years old) | Reply 04.02.2015 10.40

How can you forget the girls? I like Melanie but I LOVE Lakisha. I know I am going to hate the boys.

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13.02 | 10:23

Amberlyn, don't you remember the lesson Sparkles got several months ago when he said he hated Patches. Even though you are a young girl, it is not nice to hate.

04.02 | 10:40

How can you forget the girls? I like Melanie but I LOVE Lakisha. I know I am going to hate the boys.

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