Smokey Quasar — The Mischievous Indulged Furry
July 27, 1994 - May 12, 2003
Smokey made a wonderful first impression - a lustrous gray coat; large, beautiful eyes; and a big bundle of 12-week old kitten energy...and I mean "big"...she was already almost 4 pounds! Her name was obvious: Smokey for her color, and Quasar for her big bright eyes that were like luminous objects in the universe. She also quickly became named my "Little Miss Mischief". No house plant was safe from being knocked over or hidden under. Even the hanging plant wasn't safe....it was just a small leap from the top of the t.v. to being Tarzan-kitty on the hanging plant....which I found one day on the floor!
Smokey loved to play with water and
thought it was a neat trick to tip over the water bowl to watch the water spill out.
There'd eventually be a toy floating in the bowl because any small object that
she could carry ended up in her water bowl, including a wrist watch! The
PetWell drinking fountain interested her about as much as it did Felix,
but her fish-shaped water bowl (any water bowl) was always a great
source of amusement for her. I'd
actually worry that she'd fall asleep and her head would fall in the
Smokey was my little hunter. Her hunting instincts began very
early in life when she'd carry her
toys around the house and play "fetch" with them
-- I tossed them, and she brought them back in exchange for a
scratch at the base of her tail. Her little terry cloth fishy toy
was her favorite. It was small enough to carry easily, and had the
benefit of soaking up water from the water bowl. There was often a
detour to the water bowl when we played fetch, and she'd come back with
a soaking wet fishy. Even more fun was when she bring me her
soaking wet fishy in the middle of the night. She wanted to play fetch
and what better way to wake your human than to have them roll over on a
squishy wet toy? Hunting occasionally included
lizards or birds but we tried to keep those to a minimum.
Like Bentley, Smokey was entertained by her Indulged Hamster housemates. She enjoyed sitting on top of the playland watching whoever was inside. And she also liked being IN the hamster cage. I'm sure her only intention was to keep it warm for Gizmo while he was out!
All the Indulged
the house and back yard, so they look forward to putting on a harness and
going out front for some exploring.
We were the attention-getting sight on our
street, and people would literally do "double takes" or stop
their cars to watch us or ask how I EVER managed to get a cat to wear a
harness. I'd explain that the kitties knew their harness meant
"front yard time" and looked forward to seeing the harnesses
come out. You must keep in mind that cats are not dogs, and they
don't "heal" or walk with you. That would be very
un-catlike! A caretaker must immediately realize that you are not
walking the cat, but the cat is walking you! It takes a while to
master the technique of trying to lead them where you would prefer to
go, but you generally find yourself shimmying behind bushes, ducking
under tree branches, or trying to keep your balance while following a
kitty intent on exploring wherever they can get. Luckily, the
neighbors knew of our "indulgence philosophy" and they humored
us with the use of their front yards. Smokey was always happy when
on a front-yard adventure, and she showed this by doing "Happy Tail".... holding her
beautiful furry tail
up high. It always reminded me of the stars in the handle of the Big Dipper,
so she is indulged with her own constellation...are Smokey's
stars....they look just like "Happy Tail".