SpikeSpike loved take-aways.

He was always grubbing round the undergrowth and bushes looking for a mouse or two to take away to his secret hideaway.

Spike was a very successful diner. He always came back for seconds!

A Morning Kiss

A morning kiss, a discreet touch of his nose landing somewhere on the middle of my face.
Because his long white whiskers tickled, I began every day laughing.

Janet F Faure