Squeaky was a rescue kitty who lived with us about three years, more or less. I considered him a delight. Bud, not so much. They had dominance issues they never completely worked out, but Squeaky gave it his best shot, taking swats at Bud till the last. Here you see Squeaky on his sunning shelf in the window. I put a bird feeder right outside to keep it interesting. Of course, the squirrel had to get in the act. They had a fine time together, playing through the window. Buzzy, my American Esky dog was always jealous of the quality time Squeaky spent on his perch in the window, backing up far enough to see them playing together, alternately crying and bringing toys to attempt to lure Squeaky away. Naturally, Squeaky ignored all that. Sadly, we recently lost Squeaky to kidney failure.
Squeaky crapped my pants! Really! Just in case you didn’t read my earlier post. I bought “Smarty Kitty” off an infomercial when I was seduced by the idea of a cat using toilet, instead of the cat box. Never mind that Squeaky had been happily using his cat box without fail for the entire five years since we adopted him. Now, he won’t go near it, leaving surprises in the bathtub, on towels, on rugs, in my sewing basket……..I am frustrated by the mess and feel guilty for confusing him. I’ve considered euthanasia, for me, not him, but that seems unethical since I took him out of a shelter and promised him a good home. Continue reading