Smokers

2014 - 2025

In loving memory of Smokers
2014 – 2025
Our sweet, greedy, wall-scratching, string-chasing black-and-white boy.
From the day he arrived, Smokers lived for two things: food and more food. If a can opened anywhere in the house, he materialized like a furry black cloud, yelling at the top of his lungs until he got his share (and usually someone else’s too). His begging skills were legendary — those big eyes and that insistent meow could break the strongest willpower.
He left his mark everywhere, literally. Every doorframe, every couch, every wall still carries the evidence of his proud claws. We used to laugh and call it “Smokers was here” graffiti. Now those scratches feel like love notes he left behind.
He loved chasing string more than any toy we ever bought him — one piece of yarn or a shoelace could keep him racing around the house like a kitten again, belly swinging, eyes wild with joy. And when he was finally worn out, he’d curl up wherever he landed, purring like a little motor, happy just to be near us.
Smokers wasn’t just a cat. He was our daily alarm clock, our kitchen supervisor, our midnight cuddle bug, and the sweetest little panther who ever owned a home.
We miss your greedy meows, your sassy scratches, and the way you made every day louder and happier.
Run free now, baby boy — we hope heaven has endless treats and the longest string you’ve ever seen.
Until we meet again at the Rainbow Bridge.
We love you forever, Smokers.