We had to say goodbye to our ancient, cranky, loving and bossy kitty, Squeaky Fromme, today. She stopped eating about a week ago and just went to bed. She always had to ave her own way and the same was true here. We called in a hospice vet to come to the house and ease her out, which happened this morning. I call them "hospice vets" while J refers to them as "creepy pet killers."
She was J's baby and just ADORED him, so he's pretty heartbroken. She looked a whole lot like Murderbiscuit, and it's nice to see on Facebook that her nefarious-yet-adorable ways are being carried on in Ohio.