This is Smokey. AKA, The Smokster, Holy Smokes, Smokers, Smootches... He's been crashing at my pad since February and lets me kwow that he's primarily there for the food and affection. He is happy right now because his diabeties is under control and he doesn't have to drink so much water. Now his roommate is both happy and sad. Happy to have such a great roommate. Sad because diabeties is expensive to regulate, and can create a queezy stomach. However, I wouldn't trade it for the world. Who else would get me up at 6:30 every morning?