Today marks the second anniversary of Squeak's passing.
Even though a lot has happened between then and now, it doesn't seem like two years.
He was such a maverick. A cool one at that. I'll always remind myself of the time when I saw his paw pop out of the cat carrier and twist the mechanism to allow him to get out. It was like something you'd see in a Looney Tunes cartoon - Squeak managing to overcome something made by the ACME Corporation.
When he passed away, I wrote about how he would sit on my back at random times and how - before lights out - he'd manoeuvre his way closer to me, ahead of Oreo, so as soon as I'd ask Siri to switch everything off, he'd be able to jump on me for a hug. I happened to take a snap of him doing that unaware it would end up being on of the final photos we took together. It's one of the memories I am glad I caught.
If only I was able to capture that moment with the paw opening the carrier.
To honour Squeak, I'm wearing a pair of socks Vicki bought me a few Christmases ago. I'm sure I've written about them before. Each sock has a black cat with a red collar on them (very reminiscent of Squeak). Written on the beige-coloured items is 'Life Is Better With Cats'. Such true words.
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