This is Smoke.
We adopted Smoke from the Animal Welfare in Chicago Ridge, IL in
2002. He was the teeniest little thing with a little stump of a
Smoke has long, very soft hair, that has an amazing variety of colors.
He has every color of hair from white to orange in his body. He
has large green eyes, feet that seem way too big for his body, and
the puffiest tail.
We think that Smoke is a Maine Coon Cat. He meets many of the characteristics,
including the fact that he doesn't meow. No matter how he tries,
the best he can do is a kind of squeaky sound. Very funny for a
cat as large as he is.
Smoke is not very graceful. He makes a lie out of the myth that
cats are graceful and always land on their feet. When we hear crashes
and bumps from a vacant room of the house, we know that Smokey is
falling off of something.
When he was about 6 months old, Smoke fell off the kitchen table
and dislocated his jaw. If he tried to close his mouth, the two
large fangs on the right side would cross and prevent his mouth
from closing. He looked comical but we could tell he was very uncomfortable.
I took him to the vet, who suggested taking Smoke to an oral surgeon
with an estimate of several hundred dollars to realign Smokey's
jaw. There in the vet's office, with Smoke on the exam table, I
leaned my body over Smoke's to hold him down, grasped his top teeth
with one hand, his bottom teeth with the other, gently moved them,
and they snapped back into place. The vet charged $150.00 for the
Smoke loves rubber bands. We can't keep a rubber band in the house
that he doesn't find. He carries them around, tosses them it the
air, bites them, and chews on them. There's little pieces of wormy
looking rubber all over the place.
Smoke also absolutely adores "fuzzies." They're colored
furry cat toys that look like they're made out of rabbit fur. When
Smoke gets a new fuzzy, he carries it around: to the food dish,
the water dishes, to the front door, into our bed, to all Smoke's
favorite places. He sings to them as he carries them around. We
have a second floor balcony on our house that is Smoke's favorite
hangout in the summer. He likes to sit out there and watch the birds
and squirrels. Some days he hangs over the edge as if to see if
he could jump and make it to the ground safely. Several fuzzies
have been dropped from that balcony. Maybe Smoke is testing to see
if they can survive the fall. Fuzzies usually disappear after a
few days. We don't know where they are, but found a whole herd of
fuzzies under the refrigerator once. A fuzzy bonanza! Smoke was
in heaven - eight fuzzies at one time!
He loves to be outside in the summer. He sits on the edge of the
pond and watches the koi swim around. The koi come up to the top
to see him and he sticks his paw in the water to pat them. Smoke
loves to play fetch! The little boy from next door throws a ball,
Smoke runs after it and brings it back to him. We've never seen
a cat do that before.
Smoke, I regret to say, is a very good hunter. He has caught chipmunks,
moles, mice, and baby birds. He brings them to me as a gift but
usually not until after he has played them to death. His goal is
to get a squirrel. Hasn't even come close! The squirrels tease him
mercilessly by sitting in a tree, just out of reach, and chattering
Smokey is a wonderful, gentle, affectionate and humorous companion.