Not Enough Womb

Limp-wristed Tales Part II: The curiousness of The Smee’s well-documented practice of bending his front leg back under he-self certainly flummoxes and perplexifies!
As far as we know, he is the only smitty in history (or maybe just his story) to do so!

Yearning for meaning (or maybe just yawning), experts posit that this wrist-limpification is perhaps a practice he developed in utero because there wasn’t enough womb.

[ ! – ed.]

A Prayerful Smee

Mister Smitty likes to pray!

Laying on his side, The Smee rolls a bit onto his back and drops his wee front paws over at the wrist –

“Mister, do cats have wrists?”

“Mister, I don’t know. But if so, then in this position they are limp-wristed.”

While this genuine reflection of devotion happens regularly, it’s not like going to matinees on a Vespa or anything.

“Mister, what’s he praying about?”

“He’s probably saying, ‘please deliver me from the idiocy of my Misters.’”

Mooning

Mister Smitty communes with the moon!

As a moon worshipper, or “Moonie,” Mister Smitty gets hisself a front row seat when the moon gets all waxy and full. There, he can bathe -- completely luned – in its smitty-white beams!

The Smee’s moon ministrations (secret, Wiccan) cannot be discussed here, but as photos of his practices (already, sadly, leaked to the conventional press) indicate, most of his secret practices are internal; only a few odd postures and quirky jumps can be construed as… lunar tics.