This is Shmooky. Our family has always had cats, dogs, birds, fish… there’s always been at least one furry, feathered or finned family member. Each pet has had their own personality, and Shmooky is no exception. You couldn’t ask for a sweeter, gentler, all-round nicer guy.
He joined our family by choice (his, then ours). My brother used to lounge in a chair on our back patio, smoking his cigarettes and chatting on his phone (no smoking in the house!) And one evening a little grey figure joined him; wending his way about my brothers legs and drifting through the smoke.
My mother was dead set against adopting another cat (at the time we had two), but each night he’d return, getting bolder, more comfortable… by the time my mother relented and accepted inevitable defeat he had already made his decision- with the final holdout conquered, Shmooky raced upstairs and spent his first night in my bed; curled up on my feet and purring the night away.
My niece named him Smokey which, due to one wonky eye and a quirky personality eventually became Shmooky. And years later he’s still here, sleeping on my legs, and purring.