Smitty the Cat’s ‘Find Your Spot’


Ray and I have an 18 year old kitty who informed us that he has a few things to say about why it is so important to good health and peace of mind to Find Your Spot and claim it.

Smitty used to be fat. He gained a lot of weight when we moved to Los Angeles. He contends the earthquake tremors pushed him into stress eating. He also contends that LA is not his spot and that he doesn’t need a website survey to tell him that. He is happy to report that he is doing much better since we moved back east – where he was born – and is very grateful that “Mom & Dad” came to their senses. He says cats know a lot about finding their spot and if we humans would just follow their example we could learn a few things.

Eighteen years ago, Smitty’s spot was on the roof of our front porch. Specifically in the morning just before “Mom” left for work. He found this to be a good attention-getter in his quest to make our home his. He claims he actually levitated to secure his spot. (There were no trees that he could climb so we can’t really dispute him on that.) His favorite way down was to jump into a box held up to the overhang – meowing pitifully of course.

Smitty says persistence, ritual, and a flair for the dramatic gained him his spot. He says, once you find your spot, you should do whatever you must to claim it and that you should not give up – even if others don’t catch on right away.


“I found my spot in Daddy’s heart.”


Smitty’s Top 10 Spots: In His Own Words

1. The bedroom window watching squirrels and birds.

2. The living room window watching people and cars.

3. The back door keeping an eye on the stray cats when Mom feeds them so they know who is boss.

4. The food bowl until it materializes what I am in the mood for. Sometimes this means my leftovers go to the strays who have purr-fected their own system for finding their spot.

5. The counter where my treats are kept – I’m not fat anymore but if you have a cat that is, check out My Fat Cat’s ten simple steps to help your pet lose weight by Martha Garvey. She has a book for fat dogs, too. I’ve never met a dog but Mom and Dad had one before me. I’m glad I didn’t have to share.)

6. On Mom’s lap watching her type, like now.

7. In Dad’s studio watching him paint, like before.

8. On Mom’s lap when she is trying to journal or read, like last night.

9. In bed with Mom and Dad I campaign on weekends for nap-buddies. I usually sit and stare at whoever looks the most available until my eyes bore into the depths of their consciousness. Dad is a push-over. Mom is a little tougher. When one of them stops by the treat counter on their way to the bedroom I know I hit the jackpot.

10. Any empty box that finds its way into the house – Empty boxes invite fond memories and give me a sense of security. Mom always makes sure they are placed with good Feng Shui.

PS. I used to have a lot more spots but now that I am older I don’t jump as high. That has eliminated the top of the kitchen cabinets.

Since this article was written, Smitty has found his spot with the angels. He says to treasure your four-legged babies because Love is the best part of this earth experience and reaches far into Heaven. At least all the spots he has checked out!

If you like how Smitty found his spot then LIKE this post … and I would love to hear how your pet found you! Where is his or her favorite spot?

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4 thoughts on “Smitty the Cat’s ‘Find Your Spot’

  • July 21, 2007 at 9:03 pm

    What a great topic! Faith, our dog, has several favorite spots: a chair in the living room, her bed in our bedroom, but I think her fave is a corner on the screened-in porch in our cottage upstate.

  • July 27, 2007 at 2:16 am

    After losing my loyal friend and companion of 13 years, I prayed, as the months went by, for comfort.

    This past Sunday night, at the base of a fir tree, I heard the most beautiful chirping – only to discover that a recent storm had blown a baby from its nest. Comfort had no feathers and barely much down – just a tuft of fuzz here and there. Comfort’s eye lids, not fully developed yet, were still shut, closing out the world.

    Today, Comfort comes in a tiny body that climbs into the palm of my hand, where I hold it quite securely. Comfort gazes, with eyes wide open into mine, and loves, most of all, to rest on my heart.

    I know that as time goes by, Comfort will need to return to the same winds that lifted him up and blew him into my life. I know that one day he will be building new nests with other birds. But for today, we have both found comfort in each other as he allows me to hold and nurture him. And I know that one day at a time, the winds will continue to blow comfort into my life.

  • July 30, 2007 at 12:51 am

    Beautiful reminder of how some of the greatest comforts come in the smallest packages!

  • July 6, 2008 at 11:25 pm

    So Beautiful

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