R.I.P. Smokie

My kitty passed away last week. She lived at my mother's house and passed peacefully in her kitty bed. She was over twenty years old. I remember adopting her from the Humane Society and realizing she might have not been the friendliest cat. Over time she warmed up to my mom and I but she really hated most everyone else. Smokie has many stories to tell. From once attacking my cousin and scratching her feet so bad we had to but seriously 50 band aids on the cuts. Or the time she cornored my mother in law between the first and second flights of stairs hissing and whacking her paws allover her feet. One of the only people Smokie ever really warmed up to was Pat. First Smokie hissed but later that night she laid on hid lap and they became instant friends. Despite Smokie's standoffish behavior she will be missed. She acted as a mother to George. She would clean him and curl up with him after his long nights outdoors. I would like to thank my Mother for her care and dignity when Smokie was near the end. Smokie was laid to rest at home in the comfort of her own bed and with the love of her mommy by her side.