…since I first saw the Squeakster in her little cage at the humane society.  From the second I saw her, I knew she was my fuzzy soulmate.

2 pictures, same caption.  I have an lol in the similar vein playing in my head.  Just gotta get the picture.  I don’t know what it is about the Squeaky and books.  Whenever I pull one off the shelf, she has to sniff it and rub it against her cheek.