I was rescued by my Mommy with my siblings from under a deck when we were 6 weeks old. I was very mean, even for a kitten. I hissed, I bit, I spit...thus the name Spit Fire. (but you can call my Spitz) All my brothers & sisters went to new loving forever homes except for me & Sweetie. Mommy could not part from Sweetie and neither could I. If we were seperated we both stopped eating & got depressed. I was too mean and nobody could get near me so nobody wanted to adopt me. Mommy told me that I could spend my life with her & Sweetie. As if by some miracle that was the first day I crawled into Mommy's lap, purred and happy pawed her. Now I am the biggest love bug in the house. If somebody comes to the door I am the 1st one to greet them, I even beat the dog to our company. I enjoy snuggling with my Mommy, Daddy, my dog, and 2 of my cat sisters...but not Klemy, she has a major catittude and does not like to snuggle but she will wrestle with me. I was the runt of my litter, but now I am the biggest cat in the house at 21 pounds, and the vet said he was amazed I am not fat, I am all muscle. Wrestling, playing with my dog, chasing my sisters & pouncing on toys all day gives me a good work out.