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Domestic Medium Hair / Tortoiseshell (medium coat) : : Female (spayed) : : Baby
Date of Birth 4/21/22 Idk how we ended up in this house, with these people and 3 huge dogs and their two huge cats. It’s kinda hard to remember life before this place. But honestly this place is kinda awesome. They called my big sister Squeak. I guess when we first got here she wouldn’t shut up, but now all she does is her little purr/meow when she sees the big cat. And she seems to really love men. Whenever the man comes home she just rubs up against his legs and purrs. She doesn’t love to be picked up all the time, but she loves for people to sit on the floor with her. She sleeps down at the foot of the bed. Me on the other hand, if there’s something moving, I’m gonna attack. A hand, a wagging tail, my reflection in a mirror? Look out cuz I’mma gonna GIT IT. I love pillow cases and getting under the covers with the humans. They called me Munch cause when I first got here I was so hungry I face planted in the wet food they gave me. They’ve got us on dry kibble now and they just leave it out so we can eat whenever we’re hungry, so I’m not so worried about food. They started calling me Manchego, Monster, Muncheesmo… makes me feel big, even though I’m still smol. To be honest, I don’t know what I’d do without my sister. Whenever we get separated I feel like half of me goes numb. Something just feels wrong. I hope wherever we end up, we're together and there are big dogs and cats for us to be friends with. We’re spayed, we've got chips in our shoulders and all our shots. Now we just need a place to call our forever home. A note from the fosters: We love these two so much. Michelle called me from home while I was out on the road, and the first thing she said was "DON'T BE MAD." I had no idea what I was in store, but she facetimed me and showed me these two mite-ridden, scared little fluff balls. One wouldn't stop squeaking, and the other could barely hold herself up. The story goes like this: While getting dog food at our local store, a man pulled up in a pickup with these two. Michelle overheard him talking to the clerks saying, "I got two kittens in the bed of my pickup and I don't know what to do with 'em." Michelle has fostered a lot of animals in her life, so she stepped in and she'd take them. And now we've had them for over two months. They're finally ready to be adopted and we had to have a long, hard conversation about whether to keep them ourselves. We LOVE these two. And they love each other. If we put one in their room without the other they scream bloody murder. It's funny, and pathetic, and unbelievably sweet. They've never spent a night without each other. They love toys, (almost anything is a toy,) they love the other animals in the house, and their personalities really compliment each other. Munch has become a fearless wonder, while Squeak is more demure, but still game for just about anything. More about SqueakGood with Dogs, Good with Cats Other Pictures of Squeak (click to see larger version):
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