I have have always had at least one pet, and none of them ever reacted to smoking. I guess they were all smart enough to accept it as a fact of life. The cats would make a funny face if they jumped up on me just as I was exhaling and smoke got in their faces, but who wouldn't? My dad used to roll up his empty packs into a ball an throw them for the cats to chase.
This thread does remind me of a funny story. I had a rat when I was a kid, about twelve or thirteen, or so. Rats are very smart and a lot of fun. Nikki used to be with me all the time. I kept her cage open and she would go back into it when she felt like it, and for the most pat, she had the run of the house. She was always in my pocket, or on my shoulder, or playing very close to where I happened to be. If she found anything she wanted to keep - a cookie, jewelry, piece of paper, etc. she would put it in my pocket for safekeeping and then go back to her playing. I found some interesting things in my pockets when I hadn't been paying atttention.
One time I fell asleep on the sofa; Nikki discovered a pack of my grandmother's cigarettes on the coffee table. Something in her little rat brain said that a cigarette was something cool and worth having. She slid one out of the pack, carried it across my sleeping body, and put it in my pocket. She did this several times.
I woke up and wandered into the kitchen. My mom and grandma about lost their minds when they saw a bunch of cigarettes sticking out of my pocket! They wanted to know why I was smoking, where I got them, etc! You can imagine their reaction when I told them that I didn't smoke, and I had no idea how cigarettes got in my pocket. I got the whole lecture on how smoking was bad for you and something only adults do if they are stupid enough to start, yada, yada, yada.
A little while later, I was redeemed. We were all sitting in the living room and we watched Nikki, bold as can be, hop onto the coffee table, grab a cigarette, hop back over to me, put it in my pocket, and head back to the table for another one. My mom and grandama were a little abashed. They appologized to me. After that, Grandma kept her cigarettes in her purse.
Over thirty years later, we still laugh about that story.
~A