Now I must state this was not my desk but Smoggy could find good in any situation and having the desk-lamp beaming down on you is such a simple pleasure, you’d be a fool not to just settle in and enjoy it.
Smoggy loved his flying treats “moth” flavoured. Once he locked eyes on a moth, he would not give up till the inevitable had happened. It was always a horrific event to watch... the excitement of the chase, the agony of the kill. Oh the humanity!