Meet Gilda the compulsive chain smoking cat lover. Gilda was the third of five children growing up in a smoking home. Both her father and mother smoked. They also played bingo excessively which led to a break down in the family. Bingo will do that to a family. Gilda tried her first cigarette at the age of eight and a half, but it's not like she hadn't been second hand smoking since three (her parents tried not to smoke around the babies but that didn't last long). Gilda didn't care much for school and dropped out in tenth grade, she had so much more fun sleeping and if not sleeping then smoking with her friends. Gilda's first husband was Fred, she was 17 and he was 20. Their marriage lasted three years, Gilda couldn't handle Fred's fully developed smoker cough in the mornings and Fred had to work much too hard in order to by cigs for two. Gilda became disgruntled in the fact that Fred could not meet her needs and quickly found a secretarial job at the DMV. Gilda rented a two-story house with an attic. This was her dream come true. All of her twenty-three cats could roam freely without the usual nagging of the apartment supervisor at her old place. As her love for cats grew so did her addiction to smoking, which lovingly kept her thin and deep throated. Many of her cats suffered heavily during Gilda's smoking years. Several of the elder cats were on oxygen on account of the black lung. Determined, Gilda finally decided to try the patch but was disheartened when the box of patches was eaten by the cats. Gilda sadly passed away at the ripe old age of 47 due to lung cancer (who would have thought)? I guess smoking cut a few years off of her life, but what the heck life is short anyway, right?.
People have been smoking tobacco for centuries. They first thought that is was a form of medicine but as time goes on the true reason that people continue to smoke tobacco is because of its mood altering ability.
