Here is Squeek, the sister of Dusty. Very cute, isn't she. Ha, ha, the deception works well. Although she is submissive to her sister as far as cats go (she has this passive-aggressive thing down pat) she can be one mean kitty to the slaves.

She got her name for the noise she made when she was a kitten due to an upper-respiratory infection. Once we got that cleared up the squeek disappeared. Now she is very vocal, yammering whenever her slaves get up for food...or to go out...or to say her toilet stinks. And man is is loud! Who knew a kitty had such a set of lungs? And if you get loud, she gets louder. At least I can check her teeth when she does it.

She also refuses to bury her poo like a good pussycat. She could clear out a house, let alone our little single-wide trailer. It's no wonder she bolts out of there when she's done her dooty, trailing litter all the way.

Squeek has an aversion to the human touch, She doesn't fight or anything, just lays there and whimpers and whines until you feel you've tortured her enough to let her go. Where's the love?

I do feel a little sorry for her. Her sister likes to beat her up. We find little chunks of fur, sometimes with skin still attached, lying around the place where Dusty has decided Squeek has violated some Law of Dusty.

UPDATE 2007: 

This is an update on our two mean kitties, Dusty and Squeek. They've developed more quirks in a surprisingly short amount of time.

Dusty, it seems, has learned her lungs work just has well as her sister's at food time. So now we have two cats yammering for dinner and telling me how starving they are and that they're going to implode if they don't get food soon. Then they have the habit of looking into each other's bowl while they're eating. I can almost here them say, "She has more than me."

After food comes toilet time, for both of them, whether they went fifteen minutes ago or not. We only have one cat box, so when kitty number one goes in, number two picks an ambush position and waits for her sister to emerge. Then she gives chase, completely forgetting she needed to go, usually down the hall and onto the bed. Who cares if the bed was just changed? If they see a litter crumb, they'll eat it, no problem.

And then there is Squeek's exercise activities. It's a game called plastic ball (a grocery bag tied in knots). She is obsessed with that thing. Eating, reading, watching the tube, all are disrupted with her demands to play. If you ignore her, she sits there, wheezing and grunting as loud as she can, while she bores holes into your head with her eyes. If you forget to put it up before bed, you can count on your sleep being interrupted in the wee hours of the morning. I have created a monster, but at least she lets me pet her while she's playing.

We recently got some of those kitty wipes to bathe your cats without putting yourself in (as much) physical harm. Gone are the musty smelling dander butts to be replaced by herbal-smelling shiny kitties that lick themselves constantly for twenty-four hours after getting a bath. Hours afterwards they're still wet due to trying to get the weird smell out of their fur and replace it with kitty breath stink. And guess where all that hair goes? Yep, kakked in the middle of the hallway, or on the bed at three a.m.