Adam looked over at Smudge and said, “The moon?! Who lives on the moon, Smudgey? Not our moon.” I interpreted this to be Smudge and Adam’s moon, because that’s the way Smudge would want it to be.
Smudge LOVES Adam. Like, really LOVES him. In a weird way Adam is his mom/brother/baby. Smudge panics when Adam is gone from out-of-town and responds by spraying him when he gets back. Sick, I know. He likes to lick Adam’s head to clean him. Often he’ll do this in the morning when Adam is still in bed. I was actually jealous that Smudge didn’t try to clean me. After all, I am his mom. Actually he does sometimes lick my head now, but he kind of chokes on my long hair, haha. I guess that’s why he doesn’t do it often. Anyway, Smudge loves Adam and would like to live on the moon with him all to himself.