After several years I've finally been able to do a page of my cat that I had to put to sleep because she was ill from old age. Squirt was 16 when I lost her. I had her since she was 6 weeks old. Or should I say she had me cause we all know that cats pick their people and she picked me. Squirt would sleep beneath the covers tucked up under my chin. She loved popcorn and brussel sprouts. Squirt was somewhat overweight and when I would tease and call her "Fat Cat" she would give me a look that said "Fat is where it's at." Squirt would let you know what she was thinking just with a look. She's been gone now just over 3 years but I still miss her a lot -- she always wanted to be with me. I miss my constant companion.
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