She knows her name

All I have to do is call out to her by name, and Miss Squeaky comes a-runnin. She's definitely a squeak-monster, with her high-pitched, short meows.

She's taken to following me around, and Baby Bonnie is miserably unhappy, poor little spoiled rotten one.

Squeaky has decided that Baby Bonnie is hers to dominate, and is therefore now chasing her madly through the house.

I hope that Baby won't hate ME for bringing in a usurper, for she's been my bedmate for two years, and I'm used to having her next to me as I sleep.

Tonight will be the first night that Squeaky sleeps with the general population, and I've a strong feeling it will be she on top of my bed, while poor Baby sulks beneath, alongside her hoard of tiny stuffed cats. (She carries them all about the house, brings some to me when I am sleeping, but generally stores them beneath the head of my bed. She has at least a half-dozen.)

Squeaky is still head-bonking me left, right and sideways, when she's not kneading various body parts of mine, or sending me sweet blink kisses from several feet away. n mm (that was her typing just now)

She also has favored me with bunches of nearly silent meows, combined with blink kisses. I am honored by them.

I just cannot believe this girl was out on the streets trying to fend for herself for at least two months, most likely more. What is wrong with people?!

She sounds like she has a lot of loving pent up. I can't believe how many sweet adorable kitties are left like that.

Awww, blink kisses! I love blink kisses. We call them "squinches", as in "Speck squinched his eyes at me." When Daisy is mad (whichi is often) I will squinch my eyes at her until she reluctantly returns the squinch.