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!
I think our cat smokey is slightly perverted. I caught him perusing the victoria’s secret catalog this evening.
I could be wrong, though. maybe he’s just in the market for a lingerie for a lady cat friend. or himself.