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Squeak...Arizona bound

Squeak started life as a throw away. Half dead, dehydrated, with dirty matted fur and suffering from a respiratory infection, she was rescued on a cold December day from a certain demise by some kind folks in an industrial park. After visits to the vet, she was nursed back to health and given the run of an office. Soon it was time for her to find a house of her own. Fortunately, mine was available. She moved in, took over and never looked back. I merely live here and serve the purpose of caring for the dastardly feline. She reminds me on a daily basis that this is HER house.

Her name came about as a result of her cat voice. She doesn’t so much meow as she does squeak. Squeak not only responds to her name, but will race down the hall when, “WHAT DID YOU DO?” is yelled. She will also respond to, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” In her short stay here, she has also garnered the monikers Cat from Hell, Demon Spawn, and Monster.

She begs on command and sits up on her haunches like a prairie dog to survey her surroundings. She also enjoys games of fetch. Squeak watches TV and prefers her toys hidden so she can find them. She is also capable of hearing one eat anything at distances exceeding fifty feet.

Recently, my mother had her hip replaced. She adamantly insisted on no flowers from me or my siblings. Squeak took my credit card out of my wallet, went online and ordered a bouquet and balloon to be delivered to the hospital. I heard her tapping on the keyboard, but by the time I got to the room, she had closed down the window, looking up at me adorably and uttering a small “squeak.” Imagine my surprise when my mother had me thank Squeak for the beautiful flowers and how cute Squeak was and how thoughtful Squeak was…. Yeah, and I paid the credit card bill.

Squeak spent a week in Arizona and rode through the desert on a bike. Once again, using my computer to rent a motorcycle and then sending me postcards of her journey. (see photo)