Smoke came to us when we bought our house as a feral cat we would see in our backyard occasionally and then he would disappear like a wisp of smoke. He passed over the rainbow bridge at age 17. It took a year of patience and love but eventually he trusted and jumped into my lap. I miss his gentle paw on my shoulder when I am working reminding me that he needed treaties. And I miss the lovey headbutts when he would love on me and my spouse. He brought me mice, lizards, birds and squirrels from the backyard. Rest in Peace my sweet sweet Smoke. Keep heaven mouse and squirrel free.