Ok, I'm a new member and it's time to show off my best friend, Sammi. I posted pictures in the new member's forum, so sorry for repeats.
I found Sammi when I was picking blackberries one summer day. His eyes were still closed, and there was no mother to be found. Here he is soon after. I still don't know how he got out to our remote country road.
That was actually 15 years ago. He's an old man now, but still pretty active and feisty. We had several cats at the time, but since he was so young, he spent his kitten years in our house. My mother didn't allow our other pets inside. So Sammi became spoiled.
He could go in and out of the house, but the other cats, Newton and Sugar, were kind of scared of what was inside the door.
Here he is at about six years old.
He loves scratching things, especially presents. At Christmas he always hangs out under the tree and occaisionally damages a few presents. My mother has a wooden chicken-in-a-basket decoration on the floor, with some plastic eggs in it, and Sammi loves jumping on it and swatting at the eggs.
This is my friend's cat, Wally. I consider him "mine" just because I spend so much time at their place and it's like a second home to me. Wally usually looks wide-eyed, with a permanent "spooked" expression. Here he is in bad need of a bath. (Which he absolutely hates.)
I found Sammi when I was picking blackberries one summer day. His eyes were still closed, and there was no mother to be found. Here he is soon after. I still don't know how he got out to our remote country road.
That was actually 15 years ago. He's an old man now, but still pretty active and feisty. We had several cats at the time, but since he was so young, he spent his kitten years in our house. My mother didn't allow our other pets inside. So Sammi became spoiled.
Here he is at about six years old.
He loves scratching things, especially presents. At Christmas he always hangs out under the tree and occaisionally damages a few presents. My mother has a wooden chicken-in-a-basket decoration on the floor, with some plastic eggs in it, and Sammi loves jumping on it and swatting at the eggs.
This is my friend's cat, Wally. I consider him "mine" just because I spend so much time at their place and it's like a second home to me. Wally usually looks wide-eyed, with a permanent "spooked" expression. Here he is in bad need of a bath. (Which he absolutely hates.)
