Smokey

My sweet boy Smokey passed away. He was buried in Varosliget. Dexter is doing fine, even though I'm sure he misses his brother. It's so funny. They're so small, and to so many people such insignificant little animals. But they attach themselves to your heart, and you can't help but to love them. Smokey had such a stubborn, curious personality. He was never a cuddler, but he did like to run up and grab my face or hands between his little paws and groom me. He was so brave: escaping, fighting cats, getting trapped in drawers. I missed him even before I left Budapest.

Rest in peace, my beautiful boy.

 youth

 bright eyes

 chasing strings

 so curious

 bath time

doing tricks for peanut butter