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This post originally aired way, way, way back on March the 3rd 2014.
Like wow, that is so incredibly old! MOL
Anyhoo, we were looking for another post the other day and stumbled across this one which tells the story of Smooch and his siblings arrival at the P.A.'s work and thought it might be nice to share again with readers who might not have seen it the first time around.
For all our new readers this is just for context; when the blog first started ten years ago, I Basil, was the only kitty who really used to be here. My fur-sibs popped along every now and again but mainly it was just me, myself and I. Not that I was being selfish or anything, it was just the way it was! MOL
So when reading today's flashback, mew will gather that we were in the throes of beginning to expand everyone's airtime, so it wasn't just Basil Time all the time.
Smooch's Origins
As mew will remember from last Friday's post, it was agreed that my fur-siblings get a little more blog time and Smooch in purrticualr was furry adamant that another Smooch Report was needed asap. So to appease my baby brofur before he goes all mental on me and licks me into oblivion, here is another installment of:
The Smooch Report
Many of mew already know Smoochie, but fur those that don't here's a little re-cap.
Smoochie was part of a feral furrmily living at my P.A.'s workplace. There was a mummy cat and her 6 kittens. They just appeared one day in May 2011, and the P.A. started to feed them all.
When they were all old enough, each one in turn, was caught and taken to the vet to be neutered and the mummy cat too, (the P.A. believes in being responsible). Anyway, I digress, so the 6 kittens were called: Tiger Lily, Midnight, Ringo, Baby, Starlight and Smoochie. Mummy cat was called Pixie.
1. Starlight 2. Baby 3. Tiger Lily 4. Pixie 5. Ringo 6. Midnight 7. Smoochie
The P.A. spent many hours while she was at work taming this furry horde with the help of bucket loads of Dreamies and long feather wands. She managed to hand feed all of them, and they liked her so much that they even ate the wormer pills straight from her fingers like they were treats! (This does not happen at our house, effur!! We get stuff squirted on our necks because we won't eat the pills no matter how they are disguised!!)
Poppy is another feral who's been on site for 15 years
Sadly, Starlight and Ringo went wandering across the busy main road, and I hate to say this, but they went to the Rainbow Bridge - both in less than 2 weeks of each other. The P.A. was so furry furry upset. Then Smooch also tried to cross this road; he made it back, but he'd been hit by a vehicle, and his back right leg was badly broken. Anyhoo, the P.A. and Dad managed to catch him, get a pet carrier and rush him to the vet. His leg was broken so badly it had to be removed.
After the operation, he was taken back to the workplace as there was an empty dog run/kennel and he needed to be kept contained while he healed. Smooch was kept in the run fur a few weeks, and the P.A. and Dad socialized him further; he wasn't alone as his other siblings were there all the time, only on the other side of the wire.
After his leg was healed, the P.A. and Dad brought him home and integrated him into The b Team as they knew if he stayed at their workplace, he'd probably try and cross the road again and next time he wouldn't be so lucky.
So that's how Smooch came to live at BBHQ. The other furbabies are still at work and seem happy enough to roam around the gardens and the fields away from the road - thank goodness. The P.A. tells them all the time to: 'Stay off the road'
Anyways, Smoochis the most loving, furriendly, kind and sweet kitty mew could effur meet. He is also furry, furry affectionate, and this is where this week's title comes from because every time I come inside after being out to play, he has to taste me!
Can I Taste Purrlease?
The other evening I had just come in from another field excursion and flopped on the kitchen table. Smooch who only goes out under strict supervision virtually pounces on me the moment I get in the door, so I thought being on the table would give me a bit of a reprieve. How wrong I was!
The tasting assault began with my back foot
Then it moved up to my neck
On to my head
At this point I got up - I think my face says it all!
I moved along the table, but Smooch is relentless in his quest fur outdoor flavours
I think this expression speaks volumes
Help!
It's not that I mind so much, but it's ALL THE TIME, and I am a ManCat, don't get me wrong, having someone to clean the parts your own tongue can't reach is a huge bonus, but being randomly taste tested after every outdoor excursion is something else.
I love my baby brofur, but sometimes I wish he taste test one of the others instead, howeffur, as I'm the only one who likes to venture out every day, I don't think that's going to happen anytime soon!!! MOL
**2022 Update**
If mew'd like a propurr update on the garage cats let us know in the comments and we'll do a new post as mew can imagine things have changed in eight years, but we will say this; Pixie, Smooch's mum is still there, she moved in the house with Nanny and Grampaw.
Wing Commander Basil
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