Mister Smitty smells good!
Ever since the crazy change in location suffered by The Smee a cause de the de-camping of The Misters to their current location (which shall remain nameless), The Smee has smelled real good.
“It’s the delousing sheet.”
“It’s the Indian Paintbrush.”
“Say wha...?”
[In The Misters’ previous-previous location (precipitously coastal and pre-Smee), the gentle ocean breezes were wont to waft across the lantanas and lift their “Indian Paintbrush”-y aromas…]
“How could a cat that’s never been in place it’s never been, smell like a plant that’s not here but there in that un-cat never-been-there-land?”
“I’ll get back to you once I’ve crossed out the double negatives on both sides of that equation and reduced it to something I can understand.”
Stay tuned.
