Mr. A Dorable Parker - the rescued cat

Robyn Hubbard

It was a hot day in June 1991 when I heard the pitiful cries of a kitten. I was living in an apartment in Costa Mesa and went looking for the sound. I found a week old kitten in a box, in the sun with no food and no water in front of an apartement door. I knocked and mentioned that the kitty needed some water and shade. I was told, "we don't want him anymore." So, I took him.

His name was Spike as he was a scratcher. I already had a rescued cat, Racer X, that had an amazing personality, so Spike played 2nd fiddle for about a year. He just cried and scratched. But, then Racer X died and I moved.

Spike came out of his shell. He made a point of being the center of attention at all times. Every cat hater in town fell in love with him, because he wouldn't accept anything else. My mom re-named him, Mr. A. Dorable Parker

When he was 6 he suffered kidney failure. I spent a lot of money and was told there was no hope. We were proven wrong. Then he got cancer. Again, I spent thousands and put him thru chemo. He survived and thrived until he was 9.

He died a month before my wedding. I have always had rescues and have 9 right now. They all have amazing personalities, but there was something special about Mr. Parker.