Just to get it out of the way: Sammy’s old. Like… older-than-the-hills old.
I’ve had Samson since he was a kitten. Friends of mine found him sitting on the trunk of my car nearly twenty years ago, looking pitiful, and asked me to hold him until the no-kill shelter had a spot in a few weeks. They’ve not yet told me when the opening at the no-kill shelter will be free… Continue reading
Sorry for being quieter than usual – I’ve been a bit distracted with a couple of things in my offline life, and so I’ve not been feeling as urgently about getting blog posts up.
I’ve mentioned in other posts that we have two cats at home. The calico has the common sense God gave, well, a cat to clear out of Dodge when the Monster or R come running for her. Our tom, though, is getting older and just can’t get out of the way in time, so he’s learned to just suffer through it. Continue reading
I was never really big on having pets when I was growing up. Sure, I had a hamster and a couple of guinea pigs, but nothing that was really a full-out, roaming around the house pet. A few months after I moved to Texas, after college, I ended up having a kitten foisted on me – the poor sucker was found sitting on the trunk of my car, and I was asked if I could hold him till the no-kill shelter had a spot in a few weeks. Yeah… he never quite made it to the shelter.
Samson’s seventeen now, and he’s not doing so hot. Continue reading