smokey was adopted when he was eight weeks old and

was dearly loved by his new consort.

she carried him with her where ever  she went and

even tried to take him to school with her.

they lived in the same apartment for the first five years and

smokey became the ” king of the block”

he was just a regular sized kitty cat but

he fought with abandon and

soon had the other tom cats on the block,

 if not scared of him,

at least they were very respectful of him…lol.

after five years they bought a house and

 while smokey was not traumatized by the move,

he was rather shocked to find that he was no longer the king of the block.

apparently there were other larger tom cats in the new neighbor hood and

after several months of his coming home with rips and tears

from the cat fights

 his new consort decided to have him “fixed”.

needless to say smokey didn’t think he needed  fixing and

neither did the ladies in the neighborhood. 

unfortunately poor smokey just couldn’t understand why the ladies ignored him.

after about a year things settled down and

life in smokey’s household setted into a routine.

out first thing in the morn for an early stroll of the neighborhood.

then it was back to tjhe house for brekkie.

then a nap.

if it was nice,  he napped on tghe porch and

inside,  on the window seat in stormy weather.

then another stroll in the evenings.

so he lived out the days of his life.

until he passed away at the age of 14.

so ends chapter 6