Anyone who knows me knows that I absolutely love my kitties; actually, I love most every kitty I see. Today I want to tell you about my 19-year old kitty whose name is Squeak. Squeak is a pastel calico with light green eyes although sometimes her eyes are blue. I’ve always thought she had some Siamese in her.
When I worked at Paducah Community College, now West Kentucky Technical and Community College, I had a student worker who came to me and said she had found three kittens and could I help her find homes for them. She brought them to me and they were the sweetest things; I wanted to keep them all. But, one of my friends who worked at the college, said she would help find them homes. I decided to keep one and the others were taken to a farmer who needed barn kitties.
I named this kitty Squeak because she didn’t meow, she squeaked and still does. She has never had much of a personality and absolutely no sense of humor at all. She has never tried to get along with my other kitties and they just stalk her and torment her to death. I have to say, though, she asks for everything that happens to her.
Now, I said all of that to tell you about this other little kitty named Princess who came to my house one day. She was a petite little thing; she was tortoise shell with long hair. Squeak and Princess never liked each other. Some days she would be sitting at the door waiting for me to let her inside and Squeak would just sit there and give her the evil eye. Princess would literally climb the screen door trying to get at Squeak. But sometimes Squeak would screech and jump at the door and try to scare Princess. Most of the time, that would catch me off guard and I would jump. I kept telling Squeak, “If you don’t stop that, I’m gonna let her in and you’ll be sorry.”
So, one day, Squeak was sitting at the door and here comes Princess. Squeak waited for her to get up close and of course she screeched and jumped at the door. Scared me half to death, so I just opened the door and let Princess inside. She chased Squeak to the bathroom and beat the crap out of her. When she finished, she walked back into the kitchen, looked at me with satisfaction, and went back outside. Squeak never jumped at her again.
Princess finally got to where she would leave and be gone for long periods of time and would come back for a day or so. I always felt like she had found a good home and just wanted to visit. Then, she was gone for two years and I knew she either was happy or something had happened to her.
I still have Squeak and she still has no sense of humor. My other kitties still torment her but she gives it right back. I know her time with me is limited so I try to keep the fussing to a minimum.
See ya next Wednesday.