Dear Streaky

Dear Streaky,

Our sweet orange tabby girl. We named you after Supergirl’s cat. I don’t work during the summer, so when you were ready to come to your forever home with us, I was able to be home with you every day.

That first night, you crawled under the dresser and started crying. When you heard me get out of bed, you started purring. Whenever I was in the kitchen, you’d climb up my leg.

Ashy and Baby weren’t welcoming at all. They both hissed and spit at you. Fluffy was the only one who welcomed you. Eventually, Ashy and Baby welcomed you as part of the family also.

It’s fun to compare pictures of you as a kitten and pictures of you now. You’ve grown a lot! But you’ve never developed an adult meow. You still have the kittenish squeak, which is why you’ll always have the nickname Squeaky Streaky.

You have some strange quirks. You like to chew on plastic. I’ve seen you try to turn a wooden spoon into a cat toy. Several mornings you look like you’re trying to eat the teakettle.

Quirks and all, I love you, Streaky, and I always will.

Love,

Mom