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| Smudge
wasn't a planned kitty....... hubby and I had gone
shopping for a can of oil for the car but en route passed
a pet shop where a little black and white kitten was
playing .... you can guess the rest (and remember, this
is the hubby who proclaimed to hate cats!!!) And we never did get the can of oil. |
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He grew
from a cute little kitty into a real dapper gentleman of
upright bearing, with a smart white dicky on his chest. My children and their friends gave him the pseudonym of Dracula as he would sit with his two very long incisors sticking over his bottom lip and giving hubby the evil eye. |
| He was my alarm clock, always sensing when I was about to wake up even before I did, and accelerating the process by sticking his nose in my ear and purring at full blast! If that didn't work he would chew my hair until I got up to get his breakfast. |
| Smudge stayed with us as patriarch over Sam, Bagpuss and their offspring until he was a very old man, when the years finally got the better of him and his kidneys failed......His passing was even more poignant because he was the last of our three "originals". |
