I realise how fast they grow up looking at this photo. Here he looks every bit the adult pussycat leaving his kittenhood behind him. Seen here during his wicker stage… he loved the sound of cane baskets as they creak under his weight.
With Smoggy’s second Christmas and for the next 15 years, he would receive a new collar every Christmas day. Whether he needed a new one or not and even if was the same as his last… it’s the thought that counts.