(In)tuition Remission Part 2: Soft in the head/shoe

We now return to The Misters’ pondering of the mysteries of The Smitty’s intuition-a-tion.

More precisely, how The Smee can sniff the diff between a short jaunt and a long parting.

“Mister, it’s all the prep time. He spies us moving aboot.”

“Mister, that’s it: it’s the fussing factor.”

Satisfied, The Misters lapsed into silence.

“Shoes.”

“Huh, Wha-?“

“That’s how he knows when it’s serious: when we put on serious shoes.”

“Do we have serious shoes?”

“No, but I mean in the opinion of (pointing, whispering) Smee-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed.”

Training, Brah

Mister Smitty is a well-trained smitty!

After having thoroughly trained his Misters to, on sight, greet, feed, comb, sing, pet, scratch, and coo like idiots, The Smee has – on rare occasion – deigned to be trained himself.

Let’s look at some of the tricks he’s been trained to do (roll film):

whenever he finds a Mister supine: to lay on him;

whenever The Misters get to fixin’ supper (their own): to sit in the most in-the-way-possible place between sink and stove;

to daily attack (and subdue) the couch;

to signal his arrival from afar by gently squeaking upon gaining the porch or crossing the threshold;

-- all that takes training!