On one of Mom’s many trips to the vet, she spotted a very cute 9-month-old feline. That was me! My name then was “Addison Clark” for the two streets where I had been hanging around. Mom rechristened me Spatz when I arrived home. After observing me for a short time, Mom expanded my name to Rascal Spatz.

I have grown into quite a large boy. I am also fearless and a bit aggressive at times. Even my curiosity can come across to my feline housemates like a possible attack. Gobblin’ Goopuss and Tortie Toes have learned to stand up to me. Charlie from upstairs gives me a hiss and the brush off. I love to annoy Mom by rushing into her bedroom or out into the hall, so she has to haul me back to where I belong.