You know when we came back from my mother-in-laws funeral J woke his dad at 2 A.M. Smokey was struggling to get around and somehow got on the bed and peed everywhere. He could not hold up his head and his eyes were unresponsive. They rushed him to the all night vet clinic (which should be named in honor of our phamily!) Smile. They ran a very expensive blood test which told us N O T H IN G ! I was so angry. With humans they can at least give you a vague idea of something going on. A good vet would have given us some sound advice. But we never found out what that ole horse got into. We just know we watched him 24/7 and a few days later he started to perk up! He seems much better and I appreciate all the prayers. I have always felt that Smokey was perhaps, like his brother Bandit, the runt. I think he may have missed out on some bonding with his mom or something because he saw the mail man a few days after his emergency visit and wanted to eat him alive! That is not Smokey. He is so kind and gentle and scared witless of Rose our younger sons crazy cat. I thought perhaps she scratched him and he got "Cat Scratch Fever". It is a real thing. Most humans who get it can heal up in a few days and sometime need anti-biotic treatment. Nevertheless, Smokey is getting back to his old self. He is so delightful to be around. He sits in his own chair, he cares for Stella as if he knew exactly what happened to her previously and he guards her as if she were a rare gem. He plays gently with Bandit because the little guy looks like a dot on the floor next to the big brother. He carefully walks around Rose and often saddles up next to Boots so they can sniff each other. I think it is some form of male bonding in the animal kingdom!
So here are a few photos to remind you of the pet phamily.
So there is Bandit, Smokey, Smokey, Rose (as a sweet, don't let that girl fool you!) kitten, Stella, Boots, Smokey.
