And it is Spencer's Gotcha Day today.

7 years ago, on a rainy Halloween night, Sister J found her wailing at the void deck. She convinced us that this kitten was cute and had a melodious voice. Unfortunately, Spencer the Kid was ugly, skinny, with fur spiked and SCREAMING her head off. We couldn't possibly put her back again, so after one night of sleeping squeezed between the door and grilles, she was adopted.

And had never looked back.

Her first bed was a wooden mandarin orange crate with an old towel.

Happy Gotcha Day, Spencer. Sometimes you drove us up the wall, and give us much scares and worries, but we love you nonetheless.