When I was little, we found a kitten on the side of the road, covered in fleas and ticks and just sad and pathetic. After we cleaned him up and got him healthy, we were able to play with him more. One day we were out back and kicking around the wood chips from my mom's garden. The cat went up to sniff one and immediately jumped about 10 feet in the air. That's when we named him Spooky. He was a pretty great cat who let me hold him like a baby. He also loved to swing on our swing set with me (as shown above).
Sidenote: I love the multiple ruffles going on in my outfit. Not only did I have shoulder ruffles but the skirt had like two layers of ruffly jeans. Oh man, early 90s, come back to me.