It seems like only yesterday that you traveled up from Rockcastle County, Kentucky as a tiny, flea-infested little kitten...
As we like to remind you, you escaped being smothered to death in a flower pot by your mother...
I mistakenly named you Tyler (after Steven Tyler of course), because I thought you were a boy...
The vet corrected me later, and you slowly transitioned to Squeaker. I had been calling you that anyway because of your god-forsaken tone of meowing...
You terrorized us right from the start.
Happy Birthday, you little pain-in-the-ass.We love you. Most of the time. :)
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