Squeaky was given to us by a friend who couldn’t keep her because she kept running out of their dog door. We got her when she was six years old, and is now 15 and1/2. As the poem suggests, she is lovable and smart. Age has taken away some of her agility, but she can still get around without a cane. (SMILES)

This is about my cats that I have had since they were four month old kittens.

Can’t you just hear the beat while reading this?

Poem.

Amusing poem about my missing rubber ball.

Fun fact: My first memory ever was this odd nightmare/dream.

Can I have some milk, please?

Max receives sad news.

Returning her from her repose…was so close…I almost felt her.

Theo and Thea, sitting in a (cat) tree…