This was the first cat dad had on his own after moving out of the home he grew up in. A daring young lad of 17 (about a hundred years ago), he forged a path north and west, settling into a tiny cottage down the hill from a quaint B+B where he'd gotten a job as a cook, and found Smug wandering around in the parking lot, all skinny and ratty looking. The two of them bonded instantly, and Smug's coat grew in thick and lush and he put on a few pounds to help keep him warm up there in the chilly New England winter. As with me and Isaac (do you see a pattern here?) dad and Smug were like best friends, and Smug especially liked the treats dad brought home from the restaurant. Dad tried to keep Smug inside, but he got out once, after living with dad for about a year, and never came back.