Smokey is gone. The plush tabby that has lived in the basement under my apartment for several years failed to appear for his daily dish of Nine Lives “Super Supper” for two days in a row. Smokey wouldn’t miss a meal for the world!Obviously, the feline was abused at one point in his life because he fears humans more than a man with Schizophrenia. I never had the opportunity to even stroke his pretty light-grey fur. He would run if I came within two steps of his raccoon like tail.
On warm summer evenings he ate from a bowl that I placed on the window ledge in the spare bedroom. His courage started to grow as did his belly, after realizing that Bradley and I were not going to hurt him. Eventually he started coming inside the apartment and helped himself to the bowl of dry cat food that was placed out for our two domesticated cats, “Link” and “Baby Girl.”
With the weather turning colder, we could no longer keep the bedroom window cracked for all three cats to come and go as they pleased. Only in the evenings do we open it for the indoor cats to go out for fresh air and for Smokey to smolder inside to fill his belly.
Baby Girl was once an outdoor cat too. She came from the same vacant lot adjacent to my backyard as Smokey originated. Baby Girl took a liking to humans. Unlike Smokey, she moved in the moment she discovered the comforts of shedding on white sofas and the trill of living with humans who are suckers for meows of hunger.
Bradley’s fingers have been crossed for years in hopes that Baby Girl would get pregnant. She’s not fixed. We spotted Smokey putting the fire to Baby Girl on the pool table one afternoon when the bedroom window was open.
Smokey is not fixed either. We thought for sure we would have even more cats after seeing the eight ball go in. Link, the cat that has been fixed, sat politely in the spare bedroom and watched, in a twisted three-some way.
Smokey’s disappearance may have something to do with Bradley’s mistake of opening the spare bedroom window at 3 a.m. two nights ago. Baby Girl was crying in heat. We had no choice. We opened the window and set her free to get what it is that a girl needs.
Baby Girl returned with a glow about her, but Smokey has not been seen since.
Perhaps he is pussy whipped.