Smokey's origin
Smokey's origin
SMOKEY'S ORIGIN
In 1988, while working part-time at a weekend auction in a used car lot in Long Island, N.Y., I spotted this tiny little passenger in a golf-cart sitting between two boys. That tiny little passenger happened to be a kitten. I approached the cart and looked closely at the kitten and noticed his eyes all puffy and watery. I was running late and had to report to work and all that day I had him on my mind. Then as the auction got underway I saw the same 2 boys across the room and the kitty walking across a table. I took time off to go take a look. I asked the boys if he belonged to anyone and they said no but he just hangs around here and that they feed him. They showed me his sleeping quarters which was in a janitors closet with old mechanic rags in a box for a bed. After the auction ended I went looking for the boys and Smokey. When I found them I asked them if its OK that I take Smokey because he is in need of a doctor. They said OK and gave him to me. That was the day Smokey became my buddy.