beed's gato (cat).........smokey ;-)

the photo above is not really beed's cat smokey....but it could damn sure pass for his twin. if anyone remembers when dahbeed moved dahbicito into the dorms for his first days of college u will remember the story of smokey the cat.

after we moved 'cito into his dorm.....hid the tears about the fact that your firstborn was actually going to college and returned to an eerily quiet home we got a new cat. how u say? beed is gonna tell u even if u don't axe. it was so quiet with dahbicito not in the house. the esposa was watchin' the tube upstairs, miguelito was in his room and beed wus inevitably surfin' haven.

the upstairs door opened and closed and in walks dahbicito with this tiny little black cat. beed's niece down the street had a cat that had kittens. beed had said no more animals. we had one old calico cat (creatively named callie by beed's kids) that was squirrelly as hell. we had lost our baby dog last december (hit by a car) and beed didn't want any more drama.

when u raise kids, they love to have pets. let's see, we've had dogs, cats, goldfish, exotic fish, hamsters and even a tiny little turtle. beed has wiped away many a tear and assured young boys that there is an animal heaven and performed eulogies for each animal that passed on.

but with the boys growing up beed didn't want to be stuck with and care for animals as the boys move on to teenage-dom. beed axed 'cito....."what are you doing back so soon" he replied, "oh i was just bored so i went to visit amber (first cousin) and play with her kittens. beed thinks there mighta been a little separation anxiety but dahbicito would nevah admit to that. miguelito immediately blurts out "can we keep him daddy?"

beed replied (beed is such a freakin' softy) "well hell, we lost one today, we might as well gain another to take his place." this kitten was completely black with these huge green eyes. hell, it was pretty much all ears and eyes at the time.

beed ain't gonna get into one of those stupid cat people versus dog people discussions as beed has been both his whole life. beed is gonna come out of the closet in all his sissy-ness and admit he loves cats. they remind him of women in that they move so gracefully. their personalities are like women too. they will give u attention only when THEY deem necessary. they basically have their owners wrapped around their fingers the way u ladies do us.

and also like women they let us pretend we are the owner and the boss when they in fact hold all the freakin' cards and we are at their beck and call.

anyhoo, smokey has turned into a cat that is now around 6 months old and absolutely runs this freakin' joint. he is so freakin' awesome. he is such an interesting personality and full of energy. since beed is always the first one up every morning, smokey follows him all ovah the house as he's gettin' ready for another day at the grindstone. when he first gets up he is a freakin' purrin' machine. beed is runnin' around the house and smokey is constantly running between his legs and sounds like a little four legged feline motorboat.

another thing that cracks beed up about smokey. he is the absolute arbiter of what is allowed to move in this house. if he doesn't think something (like beed's shoelaces) should be moving he'll follow it with those big green eyes and then at the opportune moment he will pounce and attack the offender.

and nobody or anything gets a pass. one morning beed had the snow report on and the schools were scrolling across the bottom. and they were doing it without smokey's permission. so he jumps up next to the t.v. and as the words were scrolling off the screen to the left smokey starts hittin' em with his paws as if he can stop them from scrolling off the screen.

he constantly attacks beeds shoelaces as he is tying his shoes for the morning. and he attacks any mouse that is stupid enough to come into the open on his watch. beed lives in the country and every winter beed gets damned field mice that come into the house to escape the cold. to their peril now. beed finally owns a freakin' mouser. of all the cats beed has owned. not one of them was worth a shit as a mouser but smokey has turned into a damn fine one.

he doesn't just kill them though. he likes to play with them after he has disabled them. he picks 'em up with his paws and pitches them up into the air and when they land he dives in for a quick combination of left-right-left that leaves the poor rodent even more bamboozled. by then beed waits for smokey to take them in his mandibles and beed grabs him up and puts the two of them outside so they can settle their differences out in the wild not unlike his bigger cousins (lions) do with wildebeasts.

this morning as beed came downstairs to check out the haven, smokey was hot on his tail. he jumped up into beed's lap and went into his motorboat rendition as beed stroked him. but he got fed up watching that damn mouse cursor move all over the monitor without his permission. beed watched as smokey's eyes followed it all ovah the screen and then he pounced. paws all ovah the keyboard and he just couldn't seem to grasp why that damn cursor kept moving even as he kept strikin' it with his paws.

yup, that damn smokey is sumpin' else. and he does run the joint.

your buddy (the sissy cat lover)

dahbeed