posted on Jun, 22 2015 @ 01:13 AM
I call my cat Squeaky because she makes high pitched squeaking sounds sometimes. I was told her name was Emma by the lady that ran the cat
I was looking to find a cat. It was a building filled with abandoned cats, many of them very good looking cats. I wandered around followed by the
cat lady, and then I saw her. A scrawny cat with much of the fur on her back missing. I asked the woman why was the fur missing, and she said she
was being bullied by other cats in the shelter, and so she pulled the fur out.
She had breathing difficulties due to the liquid in her lungs because she spent winter in the wired open space because of the bullying.
I told the woman, I want this cat. In some way, I seemed to recognize this cat even though I had never seen her before. The woman was surprised, but
I suspect she was pleased to get rid of a cat that had little hope of a good life. I took her to a vet and got the medicine that got rid of the liquid
in her lungs. Peace descended upon Squeaky's life, and the fur grew back on her back.
13 years later, Squeaky is still with me, old and overweight. Her life turned out to be a good life when it comes to cats,