Mister Smitty is a dirty smiity!
After the big rain he came mewing back to the porch all striped up with dirt like a tiger
Though not wet! Curious…
A little blood on his face (right whiskers) was a conundrum for his handlers and press people until This Mister spied a small black cat picking his way through the wet tall grass from whence came the dirty striped Smee!
Did the rain force The Smee to defend his territory? Did one of his peeps do him dirty?
Scar-struck Mister Smitty has been scarred!
[obviously, from living with obsequiously attentive Misters – ed.]
“No, G: he’s got battle scars.”
And they are spectakulah: all upside his face (trans.: top of his head, just under the ear).
Attempts to apply Neosporin © were erased five minutes later by The Smee, scrappin’ to protect his turf, fightin’ for his right … to POTTY!
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