She was first brought into this auto-biographical tale of mine being told a week at a time about a year ago ... which means she was brought into the lives of those who lived in the room at the end of the hall of Funkhouser 2nd floor at my alma mater LVC back in the fall semester of 1993 (as previously explained, rooms at the end of hallways were exempt from rules and regulations ... such as the one about "no pets in dorms").
You can search "Smokey" on the blog and find the previous various shots of her as a just born kitty climbing in trees, napping in baseball gloves, seeing snow for the first time at Thanksgiving, eating lunch meat out of the mouths of those who loved her ... but this will be the last time that Smokey appears in my story.
Alas, all good things must come to an end, and Smokey the dorm room cat eventually had to find a more permanent home, which she did with Kim H, as this picture from twenty years ago in the fall of 1994 shows. Kim has previously affirmed that she had a great life ... and she certainly looks more than content ... until that one day she just didn't come home from her usual romp in the fields near Palmyra.
Not withstanding the myriad of animals from when I was a true youngster (that I've seen in photos with me, but don't quite remember) and Tippy the dog that we had at the house from which I ran away and Tuppy the cat at the Woodwards, Smokey was the first of my many pets (except that Smokey wasn't actually mine at all, since she was raised communally).
I remember Smokey ... who came before Little One (the turtle), Little One (the ferret), Demon James, Mauler Jean, Baby Jane, Murder Jehoshaphat, Mystery Josephine, Casanova James and Octavius "Ozzie" Julius. What I don't remember ... whether or not she had a middle name!?!
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