I'm On the Hunt, I'm after you!

Cat of mystery.

His beloved master knows him as "King of the Honey Children"
While his uncle dear calls him "Bluesy Bloated Sugar Plum"
Our Grandma, his great-ma sings out "Dear Old Smokes"
His uncle in-law shies away in fear "That Cat" or "The Beast"
Grand pa-pa has said "Poor Misunderstood Alley Cat from White Hall" and "Walking Carpet"

I call him simply his name. . . Smokey!

While he tolerates our grandma and certain visitors and loves immediate family members he has a taste for certain human blood. Our aunt for one, several of our cousins and my HUSBAND! Really it's not funny. He will TEAR open Jeremy's flesh like a wild animal just coming out of a two week famine. Poor dear Jeremy. In the bottom picture though you can tell that Smokey resembles a vampire bat.