…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.