The Sleep of No Reason

Mister Smitty has a second sleep!

Like the Hobbits’ second breakfast, The Smee has names for
the various sleeps he gets
(totalling always a RD minimum of 18 hours, as is meet).

The morning’s first sleep in the sun (Matins-on-Shelf) is followed by a
cooling down period
(“Too hot. Too hot”) in the center of the house,
The Smee’s default location whether asleep or awake.
This is followed by a return to the sun on the porch (Outdoor Boxification, Part I),
followed by some heavy drinking (of water) and Indoor Boxification, Part I.

Then around 10 AM …

[Let’s skip to the end, for the sake of our reader(s?) -- ed.]

… and finally, after his semi-circular positioning of himself for his
“I Conjure Thee, Crescent Moon” sleep,
The Smee retires for good by jumping up onto the bed and between this Mister’s legs
for safe-keeping!

The Resurrection (of The Smee’s Potty Palace)

Faced with the impossible vet request for precious Smee-stool,
The Misters devised a devious resurrection: The Smee’s old litter box!

Fetched up from downstairs in the dirt, filthy and forlorn, the green litter box
(replete with ancient litter)
was newly re-ensconced in the clothes closet next to the laundry basket
(where it was wont to reside in ancient times).

The plan: reintroduce The Smee to his former bower,
invite him to relive precious mem’ries, old home week, etc.,
get him to pinch a wee loaf ...

-- more like a micro eclair --

-- a Vienna (blood) sausage --

-- a [can you two -- literally -- cut the shit? --ed.]

… and then whisk the precious cargo off to the vet!  

A Touching Smee

Mister Smitty has a tanning salon!

[It’s The Misters’ touch lamp -- ed.]

Can The Smee deduce its magical touch action from a careful study of his Misters?

One time, he “accidentally” hit the lamp and turned it on hisself.

But, sadly, cameras were not there to record this historic scientifical moment
in The Smee’s long research career.