Font Color=darkviolethappy Birthday Squeakers! Poem by Jane Meyer

Happy birthday Squeakers dear.
Today you turned three,
But I can still remember you small and with fear.

It took a long time to get you out of your shell.
So long, in fact, that you became permanent
Something that’s worked out quite well.

But, yes, I know, that’s in the past,
And you’ve come so far from then!
*sigh* My! You’ve grown up so fast!

I guess now you’re a big boy,
Ready for bigger things
*giggle* and a new toy.

But I think that to me,
You’ll stay my little baby.
*smile* Yes, that you’ll always be.

(Squeakers was born Monday, August 14,2006. At about 4: 30 in the morning. He was traumatized by spending a night in the garage about 8 weeks later. He was a feral kitten because they were five black ones so I could never tell that there was always one who never came out. So after he was traumatized he was pretty shaken and I was the one who helped him through it and him a bit more social. I think of me as his mom, but I don’t necessarily think of him as my son. Either way I love him so much and he will always be my baby!)