Smokey

Smokey came from a cat rescue society together with his brother, a black and white cat I named Jeeves, but who sadly died on the road. Both cats had been shut outside during the day in their previous life as their owners were out at work, and were considered to be streetwise. Having got used to life outside, Smokey has come to love it, and weather permitting would probably only come in to eat and nap, and sometimes misses a couple of meals. The rest of the time I have no idea where he is or what he is up to, and have to learn to try not to worry about him.

Earlier this evening he was keeping me company in the study, sitting on some postage stamps that were on top of a spare PC monitor. Now he's gone out again...