On December 15, 2012 we went to pick out a sweet sweet kitten.
On the way home we figured out his name: Smokestack Beef. But we decided to call him Smokey. We would have to wait until he got older to bring him home.
On January 21, 2013 he came home. This is him on the bed at night. He was snuggling because he was such a snuggler.
He liked to sleep in the checker box while we were playing chess or checkers.
He loved to look down when we went downstairs for breakfast.
He was always watching us.
On the way to Vermont for the summer, he peed in his cat carrier. So we had to give him a bath. And we never gave him another bath.
He dried out nicely and enjoyed his summer in Vermont.
He was getting big but he loved to hop up into this chair. He had a nice summer in Vermont with us.
We came back to New York and he was peeing on the couch a lot so we had to put him in the office where we are writing this story. Sorry but we didn’t get so many pictures.
Then he started getting sick. On October 18 we had a playdate with our friends and we noticed Smokey wasn’t walking right. The next day he had a cold and went to the vet. A few days later, we found out he was going to die. He had FIP. And then we came up with this great idea of an early birthday party before he died. (His birthday was November 16, he would have been one.)
This is his birthday cake.
We all made him cards and these are the cards. Even our babysitter Margo made one.
We all said goodbye to him. This is the day he went to the vet to be euthanized. And that is the end of the story of the sweet sweet life of Smokestack Beef.
We love you sweet sweet Smokestack Beef even though you are not here.
RIP Smokestack “Smokey” Beef
November 16, 2012 – October 25, 2013
– Written by Ollie, typed by Mommy