Squeaks?
I had a mouse in my house, he was very cute to see.
He wiggled his little whiskers, and twitched his nose at me.
One day I saw my cat, with chubby chubby cheeks..
I yelled quite loud, HEY was that my Squeaks??
My cat just smiled and walked away..
I knew for me it was a sad, sad day.
We had a funeral for the little guy.
It was hard to have to say goodbye.
But ever sense then, my cat will always stop, cough, and make a funny sound..
I always wondered if Squeaks never made it quite all the way down.
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