Little Sparky had his "snip snip" surgery last week and I'm thinking I'm going to get back this sweet little docile creature who wants nothing more than to have his belly rubbed and to curl up contentedly beside me as I read or watch TV. I mean, they tell you in all the literature and on web sites it calms them down, right? UMMMMM, WRONG! The little booger came back more hyper than before. In the last few days he's decided that carpet tastes good, in addition to his diet of Southern Living magazines and Q-tips. I thought he had enough fiber, but apparently not. Let's see, he got into a can of Sprite and as it rolled down the hall toward the living room spewing liquid all over the place from a puncture he inflicted on the can, Sparky could only look at me innocently as he trotted off to find more trouble to get into.
Sigh...Oh well, he's only five months old, so maybe he will slow down eventually. I'm not sure my home will survive it. He's so darn cute, though.
