18 years ago, Auntie and I drove to a small town almost an hour away and picked up Smokey. I had located him from an add in the newspaper. He was tiny, although the rescuer said he was 8 weeks old. He was living on a screened in porch with a bunch of older cats and one other kitten. All the cats were eating out of a cool whip container, and it was really too tall for the kittens to eat from. The older cats were constantly growling and everyone seemed nervous being on that porch with so many others. I chose Smokey because he had stripes and that is what I had in mind for my first kitten. He was named Smokey because he was grey, white and black...the colors of smoke. Little did I know he would turn solid black in a couple of months, and would be the cause of my love affair with black cats!
Smokey, I am so glad to be your purrson and I wish for many more years with you!
Medical note: Smokey will be going to the VET on Friday to have a lump checked out. It is in a similar location to Mojo's so I am a bit concerned. I am hoping it is just a small cyst or maybe an abcess or something...purrs are appreciated!