after one cold, blustery, virginia autumn day, we think that smokey might already have SAD (seasonal affective disorder). he has taken to moping under a desk lamp–his head wedged tightly between the wall and the desk–acting crazed, reading victoria’s secret catalogs, and eating inordinate amounts of kitty food. soon he’s going to be a real chub. maybe I’ll dress him up like santa claus. that would cure my SAD, at least.
need...light...therapy! oh SAD!
townie might know 
haha this is my favorite entry so far in your blog…i laughed pretty hard. Poor smoky…send him to california for the fall and winter and I will make sure he doesn’t get SAD. What a cutie.