Likes: Aquarium staring, biting noses and chins, changing positions
Pet-Peeves: Biting him back, closed doors, the fact that his photos are misdated
Favorite Toy: Stuffed sock named Mouse
Favorite Nap Spot: Computer chair
Favorite Food: Tortillas and spinach
Skills: Good jumper
Arrival Story: After losing BoBo in April, we knew we then had room to save another life. We decided the end of the 3rd week in June would be good, as I'd be out of my summer session at school. In the meantime, we looked at the NE Humane Society website and picked cats we thought we'd like to look at when the time came. I wanted a tortie colored little girl, around Monkey's age. The day came and we arrived at the shelter with our carrier. As we entered a room full of kitties, Smudge (his original name) came running over to us and tried getting into our carrier. To make a long story short, we looked at everyone but came back to Smuggie. We consider him to be "white and black," as BoBo was our "black and white" whilst Monkey is "mosly black, mostly." It didn't take Monkey too long to accept him, but I would like to see them play together more. All in due time, I hope.
Bio: Smugglesby is a cat who lives to rub his face on your face although he can't resist biting! He paws at the floor before drinking from the bowl. He's a very naughty spaz! Smud Puddle (a new name I just came up with this very instant) pillages our countertops and eats the middles out of torillas. He bites us in our sleep and attacks the covers whether or not we move. His pink nose dulls to a pale blush when he is at rest; when that nose turns bright pink... look out! We love him so very much. Naughty or nice, he's a great friend!
Thank you, everyone (including the powers that be at Catster) for highlighting my Smugg. All the wishes and prayers and good thoughts sent our way are so appreciated.
[Edited for too much sadness]
Smugg was an amazing cat. He helped me study by sitting on my books and biting at my arms and face. He made we sure we never overslept, starting the wake-up ritual about an-hour-and-half before the alarm was to go off. He protected us from whatever it was crawling around under our blankets. Smugg made sure I wouldn't forget him while I was at school by peeing on my backpack fairly regularly. Smugg helped balance out his Dadda's receding hairline on the front of his head by pulling out hairs from the back. We loved Smugg so much. We always will.
Momma first wants to 'pologize for not comin' to Catster very much. Next, Momma and Dadda want to ask anyone who sees dis to send purrayers and other good stuff my way. One day I was my normal silly self, bitin' noses and bein' a galloping galoot; the next day I was very sick and no one is really sure why. We don't need a special page or candles or anyfing, we just want evrybuggy to put a good healing thought out there for me. I's only 7 years ode and years ago Momma said I would be the cat who lived 21 years to bite her nose to wake her up for breakfast.
There is a white kitty my bafroom. The hoomans call him Gabriel. They said they found him as a stray and some nice lady took him in, took him to the vet, and now he's my foster brudder! This is crazy!!! He better not try to get my Shakey Mouse!