Meet Spike … the newest addition to the Braemel household. We adopted Spike yesterday — he’s seven years old and is a big boy so no kitten photos for you.
Spike is named after Spike from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Now I must confess, I’ve never watched an episode of Buffy. (Yes, yes, I know. I can hear the gasps and exclamations of dismay — and yes, I know that Wylie Kinson is shaking her head and muttering about my oversight. Anyway, I went looking on YouTube for a clip of Spike for you
(this scene made me think that maybe I should rent some DVDs — but to catch up on seven YEARS worth of episodes? Oy! I’d never get anything done if I plant myself in front of the TV and watch them all.)
However, after I heard Guitar Hero’s girlfriend call him Spikey, I immediately flashed on Spike from Notting Hill.
And of course, my favorite Spike moment …
Our Spike had a rough night last night — he’s a little lost at the moment. He’s gone from living in a fairly small three room apartment with his previous owner and two other cats, to a multi-level house where he’s the only animal. And a house that a dog previously lived in. So he spent a great deal of last night meowing and trying to hide under the furniture. But he’ll settle in soon, I’m sure. In the meantime, I’ll probably be twittering and talking about Spike ad nauseum.