Also known as:
- Smudgey
Smudgit
Smudgkins
Smudgey-moo
Fluff
Fluffy
Fluffit
Fluff-bag
Fluff-bum
Madam
Moo-moo
Moo-moo-kins
Princess
Princess Moo-moo
I don’t have a favourite when it comes to our cats, but if I did, it would be my Moo-moo.
It was love at first sight, I think, mutually. When we went to collect Gizmo we knew we were only getting one of them, all the others had been allocated to friends or family. All of them were ginger, apart from one. We were there, trying to coax Gizmo out from behind the sofa, when I felt some claws digging into my calf. I turned and looked down and saw the most beautiful, adorable, gorgeous tiny bundle of tortie fluff at full stretch, her claws still attached to my leg. Love at first sight. We went off with Gizmo and thought that’d be the end of it, but two weeks later we got a call asking if we’d like another of the brood. Smudge, as she’d already been named, had been homed with a member of their family who already had an older cat, and Smudge was not getting on well with her at all. We thought about it for about… ooh, a second and a half, and said “Yeah ok!”. It was destiny.
Aloof and regal, Smudge is a real character, you’d never guess she and Gizmo were sister and brother. She’s the most independent of the three and definitely lives up to her Princess moniker. She’s gorgeous and she knows she is – she can flirt like no-one’s business, rolling around on her back, showing off her white bits, looking cuter than a super cute thing. She has an adorable habit of coming to find someone for a quick cuddle when she’s just woken up – is it some kind of reassurance for her or is it just her asserting her power over us humans? How she’ll react to having two more female cats in the house… I’m putting money on her becoming Queen, and having Claire’s two as her bitches!
She’s incredibly fluffy, and thanks to all this rain we’ve been having lately, incredibly shiny. She loves going out in the rain and then coming back in two hours later looking like a drowned rat. Sometimes even it’s not been raining in a while, she’ll go outside for two minutes to make her paws nice and dirty then come in and jump up on your lap for a cuddle. For some reason I don’t mind having her muddy foot-prints all over me. She loves Beef flavour Felix. No idea why, but if you put some of that down then she’ll eat it all up in no time.
She enjoys finding new and innovative places to sleep – Or maybe it’s necessity as Gizmo often sees these exciting places and bunks in on her. Some examples of this are on top of sideboards (she used the coat rack as a climbing frame), inside cupboards, on top of televisions, on bannisters… She also once developed a habit of sleeping on Jane’s pillow. In the middle of the night. When Jane’s head was also on it.
She’s incredibly fierce and bloody minded – I don’t recommend anyone ever try to get her in a cat-basket, feed her some medicine or try to wipe off the poo that gets stuck to her fluff – You’ll only end up with scratches galore. She’s not taken to Tigger very well at all, he just wants to be he friend and maybe play chase once in a while or cuddle up on an especially cold night, but she growls whenever he gets too near to her. She only ever really tolerated Gizmo, she doesn’t mind him too much, but she’s not fond of Tigger at all.
