From “Handful” to “Armload”…That’s Me!

Alright - so I'm even MORE of a handful now than I was when this pic was taken!

This was back when Daddy could actually HOLD me.....now that I'm 14 lbs. I'm even MORE of a handful! HAHA

Ahhh….another week begins.  Actually the only day of the week I “know” is Sunday and that’s because one of my parents brings the Sunday newspaper inside and I get to play with various parts of it while they read the rest.  All the rest of the days are pretty much the “same old, same old”…….

But that’s another story……I was looking at some of my old baby pictures and realized that I used to be pretty darn small.  This old photo of me in Dad’s arms was taken after I’d lived with them for a few weeks – nobody could say for sure how old I was at the shelter but I was a lot smaller than this!  We cats can grow FAST!  I really don’t remember much about how I got to the shelter to tell you the truth.  They told my parents that I was “found” under an old house.   All I know is I was one lucky kitten to have been at the shelter the day Mom and Dad came in because they adopted me and I’ve been spoiled rotten ever since. 

I know that I’m not THAT big of a cat really – Mom had a good friend that had two cats that each weighed 25 lbs. and there are LOTS of people who have big cats like that – or even bigger!  Mom says I eat like a little piggy but imagine how much food those BIG cats eat……wow……If I wasn’t so picky about my food who knows how much I might weigh.  YIKES

I already know today is going to be the day I have to get my nails trimmed.  It’s quite a project, thanks to me and my squirming!  Daddy holds me (haha) and Mom trims my nails.  The hardest part is my extra toes on my front paws (so she says).  I usually try to stay very still but not TOO still – I want to make it a bit of a challenge for them.  Tee Hee….yeah, I’m a little devil alright! 🙂

I guess I’d better go now – if I’m not mistaken (and I never am) Mom’s got the pantry door open where my food is…..I need to get down there and get in position to give a “thumbs up” approval or a “thumbs down” rejection of whatever she puts in my dish.  I like to keep her on her toes – – – I change my mind frequently – – – what was yummy one day, might be icky the next. 

Life is good……..I hope BREAKFAST is too!!!

Sammy, One Spoiled Fourteen Pounder

 

4 thoughts on “From “Handful” to “Armload”…That’s Me!

  1. Getting those nails trimmed would, and has be be, a two-person job.

    That was a cute picture of you when you were very young, I got to see a whole ‘nother cat than the one I’m used to seeing. And yes, indeed, I know you grew fast once you were finally somewhere that you could get good food, plenty of loving and started feeling secure about yourself.

    Here’s hoping breakfast was a good’n.

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    • Hi Uncle Jerry…….breakfast WAS good…….I saved some for a mid-morning snack too! Glad you liked the picture of me and my Dad. Mom has a whole album full of baby pictures of me. Typical Mom……LOL

      Sammy

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  2. I think you were a beautiful baby, Sam, and you are a handsome kitty today! And very lucky that your parents can trim your nails. I have to drive my dogs to the vet’s office or groomer’s to get their nails trimmed because they squirm so much. At least you don’t have the stress of the ride factored into that nail trim!

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    • Hi Miss Trish…..yeah, I would NOT like to get my nails trimmed if it involved riding in the car that’s for sure. I have to admit that I’m a lot better at the nail trimming thing than I used to be – Mom can trim them pretty quickly compared to when I was little and REALLY squirmy!

      Please say HI for me to Simone, Mattie and Eddie…..oh, and Mr. Don too!

      Sammy

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