Whatever happened, Spazzy was gone for three whole weeks — and Walcott was beside himself. “She’d never done that before,” he said. “She always came back.”
Walcott adopted Spazzy eight years ago after he saw a former neighbor throw her out of a high window.
“One day, I was going outside my front door to go out and smoke a cigarette, and all of sudden, I hear this cat go, ‘Meooooow,’” Walcott said. “And this cat flew out of a window of a top floor. She fell to the ground and looked stunned. Then a lady stuck her head out of the window and said, ‘I hate you, cat. I hate you. Don’t come back into the house.’ And I said, ‘You don’t ever have to worry about that. The cat’s coming home with me.’”
Since then, Walcott and Spazzy have been inseparable. “I spend at least nine hours a day with her — at least,” Walcott said. “She sleeps with me at night on my bed with me. She lays on my chest.”