A Bad Start to the Day!

I woke up this morning to the sound of what I thought were little footsteps on the floor. Smoky then was at my head wanting to go outside (I felt one claw go into my scalp as he tried to wake me up). He then sat on Bruce for awhile waiting. When I finally got up, he jumped off the bed happily running to the back door. Walking around the foot of the bed, I noticed something brown on the coverlet that is there for Smoky to lie on - he had hurled a hair ball. YUCK! I scooped up the cover, got my fingers in it and noticed there was some on the floor. As I gagged. I got the lysol spray and a paper towel to clean up the mess - thank goodness he missed the bed quilt! This all happened at five this morning.

Smoky was a stray when we noticed him going through the garbage in 2004. He also was surviving temperates of 25F below. We coaxed him to us with food and warm milk. Once in the house, he was ours.















Our other cat, also a stray that I had found as a kitten, was not too happy about the whole situation. She was with us until 2004 - she was the sweetest! She loved heat, so every night, I would turn on her electric throw to keep her toasty warm when it was cold.