| The half-calico half-tortoise-shell one looking at the camera is Squeaky. The white one is Piglet. Piglet is trapped on the shelf I built over the front door; Squeaky won't let her down. | |
| Piglet loves Squeaky, and wants nothing more than to be close to her. Squeaky remembers when she had Tru and I all to herself, and whacks Piglet in the head whenever she's within a paw's reach. Here, Piglet is about two seconds away from getting whacked in the head. |  |
| When Squeaky was a kitten, we lived in Maynard, Massachussetts. That's where Squeaky celebrated her first Christmas. She was very happy that we had brought a tree inside for her, and spent lots of time examining it. Here, exhausted from a particularly tiring inspection of the tree, she sleeps under it. |  |
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| A rare moment: the cats are touching and no one is hitting anyone. |
