Angelo doesn’t do so well with being alone.  So Skunky is essentially his best friend when Sam and I are gone.

Skunky has been around for a few years now.  He is a cat toy, obviously shaped like a skunk, that squeaks every time Angelo touches him.  There were nights where I would be woken up by Angelo batting Skunky around the apartment for what seemed like an eternity.  Other nights Skunky would be in the bed next to Angelo, and in the morning I would find him in the living room.  Did Angelo move him… or is Skunky a magical toy that moves himself?  I’ll never know, but my heart tells me its the latter and Skunky is doing it to mess with Angelo.

Sunday night Sam discovered Skunky was losing what made him Skunky, his loud squeak.  It’s going away.  I won’t say it sounds like crying…. its more like he’s going hoarse. Sadly his batteries aren’t replaceable.

Last night Angelo discovered it.  I was sitting on the living room floor and Angelo came up behind Skunky and gave him a good slap on the back with paws.  Like how old friends would greet each other with a slap on the shoulder.  When Skunky didn’t make his loud squeak, but instead his low whiny gasp Angelo looked almost offended.  He just sat there, and turned his head to me for explanation.  While I tried explaining it to him, he looked disinterested.  Just walked away, with his head hanging low and leaving his best friend Skunky alone on the carpet.

Essentially setting Skunky free and knowing it was the right thing to do.