I adopted Smudge from a horrible environment where the lady had cats
everywhere that you could look. None were spayed or neutered, and they
just kept on breeding. She even had cats in the motor home in her drive
There were lots and lots of all white kitties. We chose Smudge because
he had the tiniest little black spot on his forehead. We took the sad
looking flea infested kitten home and gave him a bath and flea combed
him till there were no fleas left.
We took him to the vet and got his first shots, and we treated him for
the roundworms and coccidia that he had. When he was well, we
introduced him to Mystic.
She didn't really like the kitten, but they lived peacefully.
I thought this kitten was the dumbest cat I had ever been around.
Mystic came when you called her, but Smudge didn't listen in the least.
You would tell him to get down off of something, and he'd just ignore
you until you got up and shooed him off. Then, one day when I was
vacuuming, he jumped on the canister part of the vacuum and rode it
around the apartment. I finally realized that he wasn't dumb....he was
DEAF! Actually, he was very very smart.
I taught him hand signals. I would rap the floor to get his attention,
and make a signal, and he would get down from what he was on.
We found out that he loved to go outside and walk on a leash. He would
walk straight down the sidwalk, just like a dog. People looked at me
like I was nuts for taking my cat for walks. When we got our Chihuahua,
we walked them both together. People really thought we were nuts then.
The best part was that neighbor dogs could bark their heads of, and
Smudge didn't care. Nothing spooked him.
He slept around my head like a head band every night. And I wasn't
allowed to move either, or I'd get a paw to the eye. I was only allowed
to have a small corner of the pillow.
When he became a year old, he began to lose weight. X-rays, bloodwork,
urinalysis, and ultrasounds only showed that he had small irregular
shaped kidneys, and that he constantly had blood in his urine, no matter
what medicine we put him on, steriods, antibiotics..nothing helped. The
doctors said his case was strange, and he was probably born that way.
We gave him special food low in protien so that his kidneys didn't have
to work as hard.
He hid and slept all the time, and began to only be able to make it 1/4
of the way around the block on his walks before he collapsed, and I
carried him the rest of the way.
He was still eating, even though he was down to 4#. He got the nick
name of bones. I was on the look out for when it was time, but he still
ate and drank, and still slept around my head every night.
Then at the end of this May, one week before my wedding, Smudge stopped
eating. The next day he began staggering and falling down. In my heart
My soon to be husband and I took him to the vet. Smudgie's breath
smelled if urine. His kidneys had failed him.
I looked at my poor kitty, skin and bones and on deaths door, and I
wished he didn't have to go so soon. He was only 2 years old. I held
him for the last time as my vet gave him the shot to put him out of his
I kept a lock of his fur so I had a keepsake of my special kitty, and I
will remember him always. I affectionately call him my "mutant cat."
For all of his problems, from the very beginning to the end of his short
life, he was a very special kitty in all respects.
Have fun playing with the other rainbow kitties until we meet again. I
know that you are now back up to #8 and full of energy finally healthy.
Farewell Smudgie, someday I will meet you on the other side of the
rainbow bridge and we will go for a long walk and when we get tired you
can have the whole pillow, as long as you sleep around my head once