Farewell Smokey

Farewell Smokey

Sep 21

I moved out of my parents’ house in Texas in September of 2005. I’d wanted to take Smokey, my cat, with me but the vets said at 10 years old, and less than 8 pounds, travel probably wasn’t best for her. So I left her with my parents in Texas when I moved in with my girlfriend in California. 

I went back to visit them a couple of months later, and Smokey glued herself to me for the entire visit. She wouldn’t leave my side – even following me into the bathroom and sitting on the back of the toilet just to be close to me. She slept in my bed, and the last thing I saw every night for the two weeks I was there were her shiny little eyes – a beautiful yellow with a soft green ring around the pupil – staring at me from next to my pillow.

The Garland Incident

The Garland Incident

Jun 08

Pets are wonderful – absolutely wonderful. And yet even the most wonderful pets will occasionally do something that will make you incredibly angry at the time.

Smokey lived for ten years – in that time she only did something that made me incredibly angry once. This became known as the Garland Incident.

Every year around Christmas, I would  string up garland around the inside walls of my bedroom, as well as putting some lights in my bedroom window. Stringing the garland wasn’t the easiest thing to do. I had a nail in one or two corners of my bedroom near the ceiling, but the other two corners would be held by tape.

Prior to this year, Smokey had never shown any real interest in the garland before. Prior to this year, however, she had also never seen me put it up.