On Reconnaissance: the Case of the Exotic Tarp

Mister Smitty went on the Bad Lady’s roof!

From there, he gets to look down on Wilson (chonch dog) and inspectify all he surveys.

The tar paper expanse -- covered now with a big blue tarp – makes for an exotic walking surface for the Smitty’s little pink paw-pads.

“He don’t hear us calling to him.”

“But wait: Here he comes!”

“Mr. Smitty, you did hear us!”

“Did you accomplish your mission?”

“We’re proud of you!”

Late Edo – Early Smitty Period (C.E.)

Mister Smitty is in his “Lap Period.”

There’s the Meji period that gives way to the Edo…

There’s Picasso’s Blue Period that went all rosey…

…and there’s Mr. Smitty’s “Dirt Nap Period” that is now giving way to his “Lap Period.”

Of course there was the Fluffy White Cat Bed Period (2005-2006 C.E.)

[for a full discussion and list of the historical periods reaching back to the early 21st Century (C.E.), close this blog and open a musty leather-bound tome somewhere, G.]

Mr. Smitty on the down-low

Mister Smitty is scared of the weed-whacker!

As soon as he hears it, he hunkers down and slides along close to the ground.

“He’s on the down-low, G.”

He slinks around looking for hiding places and reacts quickly to every new ka-ching! Chort! Or Snipp! of the weed-whacker – and looks for higher ground.

“The upper room, brother!”

“Tru dat.”

“Mister, he’s confusificated about where to go.”

“Mister, but at least each new place he poses he’s still an aesthetically pleasing Smitty.”

“Tru dat!”

Some Enchanted Smitty

Mister Smitty likes to do laps!

He isn’t sneaky about getting into your lap. If he spies an open lap… across a crowded room…

Some enchanted lap…
You will meet a strange lap
You will jump into a warm lap

The Smee is in my lap as we speak. I think he’s farting – I mean, “enchanting” the air with his inner essence…

Mister Smitty Live in Hawaii – the Concert!!

Relics…

…like the flea glove once used to (try to) remove fleas from the Smitty (but which the Smitty eschewed, disdained, rejected …

… like Elvis in Hawaii flinging those used scarves into the hands of screaming fans. It got The Misters talking:

“Yo, thass what someone should bring to Antiques Roadshow (yo) when it comes to Hawaii.”

(in his best appraiser’s voice:) “…because the scarf is still damp with the King’s sweat (after 30 years)…”

“That’s gross! Of course, if it were Madonna’s…”

“Or the Smitty’s…”

Mr Smitty!