Meow, it’s me. Mrs. Human said I can paw a few meows about this smoke stuff. Sometimes I see humans producing smoke, athought it seems it is something they do now and again. Mrs. Human says it calms the nerves of some humans. Mrs. Human used to do it, but then I adopted her and she had stopped. Probably my good influence on the human nerves.
However, there is something I must say. It seems there are certain human races, like main coon, siamese, british short hair, rag doll, turkish van and of couse the mau (based on feline expressions of course – humans have other descriptions) that have celebrations once a year to have fun. Unfotunately the human idea of having fun is not the feline idea. In England they celebrate a bloke that wanted to blow up the houses of parliament, in America they celebrate the right to do their own thing, and in Switzerland they celebrate some sort of day when the country became a country, although no-one really knows when the day was, but they celebrate it in any case by lighting fires on the mountains and making bang everywhere..
In the old country, way back in the days when we had fun in the corn chambers, we felines also celebrated. We celebrated every day and the corn chambers remained mouse free and everyone was happy. We did not do bangs or smoke, just meow.
Today the humans are happy with their celebrations, but they use something called fireworks. Now I find everyone is entitled to fun, but if the humans think that we felines are having fun on these special days they are wrong. It is not fun to hear explosions everywhere, have bright lights constantly flashing and having to hide from it all in a dark corner somewhere. Even Mrs. Human gets annoyed and gives me a few strokes and tummy tickles to calm me down – with my permission of course.
We felines do not like smoke – it stinks and we do not like loud unexpected noise – just saying. We have delicate ears.