Smokey was rescued from a dumpster in November 1999 when she was barely 3 months old. I picked her up and it was love at
first sight. Now she runs the house and is jealous of time I spend doing anything other than pampering her.
Kittenhood
She was barely a handful when I first brought her home
After playing with her first catnip toy, Smokey came over to see what I was doing, and hung out.
Speaking of hanging around
I promise I did not put her in the bag. But when I picked it up to put it on the door knob, she didn't move. She actually
stayed there a while watching me straighten up the house.
Smokey and the rabbit
I have many photos of her attacking my slippers. Gee, what'd Bugs ever do to her? <g>
