As I snugged squinchy hair ties onto a bottle to keep them restrained, one straight black one kept slipping off to my irritation.
Then I realized that I could give it to our tiger – and that he would love to have a fresh one to play with.
But then I remembered, he is no longer here with us, alive, for about a month now.
We called him “squinch” as one of his nicknames because he would love to slide his body sideways along the floor, dragging forward by claws in catpet in sideways scooching, when he was being “naughty.”
Then, he would look up at us with playful, half-lidded eyes and flip around with his tail twitching as he meowed for us to scritch-pet and praise him for his being so funny.
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