Squirt

We had a lot of cats growing up. My next few posts will be about each of them, since trying to combine all those memories into one post was turning out to be a novel.

First in my memory was Squirt. We had her for a long time. She was a fantastic mouser. Mom once found some mice in a bucket downstairs and before she finished yelling “Squirt! Come get these mice!” Squirt had run in, grabbed each mouse and killed them. She also had several litters of kittens. I remember once she birthed a litter of kittens in a box in front of the TV while I was watching Sesame Street. I loved that cat.