|Creamsicle in her favorite deck perch|
We always joke that Creamsicle has a whiskey and cigarette voice. This morning, she had the smell to go with it. When I let her out on to the deck during breakfast, there was a lot of smoke in the air from a wildfire nearby (I am speculating, since there have been several in the past month). When she came back in, she smelled like the smoke. As Benjamin said, "Well, you know Creamsicle."