Squirt was a large orange tabby I lived with in Chelmsford and Watertown, Massachusetts. He was not my pet. He belong to Sara and Bill.
Squirt was my boy! I loved this cat.
We used to have Pounce treats for the cats. Zukie was so young and agile, there was no way to have Squirt chase for a treat. So, what we ended up doing was tossing a treat down the hallway for Zukie to chase. Then we would hand Squirt one to eat out of our hands. No wonder he was a porker.
When Sara and Bill returned to Bermuda, they took Squirt with them. I heard that Squirt slimmed down big time chasing the lizards there. While that would be good for him, I still think of him as my big ball of furr.