So proud of my old man: Squeak (18)
As we work to navigate recent health issues, I want to show off my old man. Long ago, Squeak was a stray kitten who would full sprint across a busy street with no regard to be fed. He has always been food motivated from pulling a resting steak off the counter to being face deep in my bowl of pasta if I look away for even a moment. I always say he plotted to become the house cat he is today as one fateful day I found him outside with a leg injury, took him to the vet, and the rest is history. The cat distribution system had worked its magic.
His namesake comes from the fact that he never really grew out of his kitten meow or at least that’s what he wanted me to think. I’d occasionally catch a grown up meow from him but he would instantly switch up the moment he noticed me watching.
He LOVED his belly rubbed, and loves to sun himself (photosynthesizing as I like to refer to) on one of his many, many blankets. As we got older the belly rubs, much like his kitten meow, has faded away but I’ll always have the memories. We still complete the morning routine of me setting up his blanket at his sunning window and him watching me leave on the days I have to work.
Throughout our now 18 years together he has taught me so much: how to love, how to be responsible, and that a paw to the face at 0400 means time to get up. He has been there for me through every up and down, kept me grounded to what is important. He has truly saved my life. I don’t know what I’ll do without him when the time comes but I know he’ll always be watching me. I love you Squeak❤️