Farewell, beloved Squeaky -- fierce beast, fiesty friend, adored writing companion, well-worshiped cat god of A St.
May sunny porches, Cheetos, trees to climb, and BBQ scavenged from loving neighbors await you in the cat afterlife.
We'll never see his like again.
May sunny porches, Cheetos, trees to climb, and BBQ scavenged from loving neighbors await you in the cat afterlife.
We'll never see his like again.
Porch drinks won't be the same without you, dear Squeaks
Memorial porch drinks with all of Squeaky's trash favorites: Cheetos, box mac n cheese, mini hotdogs w/ BBQ sauce, Korean tacos, mini lemon cakes (I know, he was ridiculous), plus good whiskey
If a stray finds you -- it was for a reason.
You can always find an excuse why you can't -- travel for work, nice things, too many pets already, no time, whatever.
If it finds you -- give it a home. Love it. Learn from it. We all need more open hearts & these old souls help us.
You can always find an excuse why you can't -- travel for work, nice things, too many pets already, no time, whatever.
If it finds you -- give it a home. Love it. Learn from it. We all need more open hearts & these old souls help us.
Stupid Twitter and the sideways photos:
