One thing that happens when you're looking for your cat Jamie day in and day out, shelter after shelter, is that you slowly learn what happens to the animals that get picked up and are found "unfit for adoption"... you just wish you could save them all from being put down.
Yes, Smokey is a cat we took in from a rescue place.
I named him Riley, but we keep calling him Smokey. Why? He looks like a freaking dust bunny! Silver grey, no stripes.
As with most cats, he's incredibly cute and has got a lot of personality.
He's three months old and has never lived outside a cage. Yet, he's programmed to climb up folding screens, curtains, rearrange the dirt in flower plots, undo toilet paper rolls, drag pillows across the room and lick your plate when you're not watching. For some reason he thinks the word "no" means "I am only supposed to do this when no one's looking".