Chronicles of Smokey

LIFE OF RILEY

Now, I am on a roll. This girl fed me again and I am headed for the life of Riley. I think Riley is this big fat cat that smiles at me through the window of his house. He was always sneering at me through the pane. I know exactly what he was thinking: 'I am cared for by my humans, and I am master of my house. You are just a flea-bitten and starving streetcat. Nyah, nyah, nyah.'

Just you wait Snob-cat. Your day will come.

Speaking of fleas, there are a couple of them that won't leave me alone. I've been trying to catch them with my teeth, but they are too fast and they run up to the bottom of my back next to my tail where I can't reach.