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Meandering Monday Musings

Napping with Mom on the recliner

Say - this isn't a very flattering pose....I look tubbier than I really am!

Say…..this photo makes me look like a fat boy.  I’m not really.  My doctor says I’m at a good weight.  Twelve pounds and a few extra ounces.  I think I look kind of casual and relaxed – got my feet jammed under Mom’s leg so they’re nice and warm.  You know, it won’t be long until snow time.  Last year we got a bumper crop of snow and it wasn’t pretty…..we lost a lot of BIG tree limbs because we had some very wet and heavy snows.  So much snow in fact that I couldn’t even go out and play in it like I usually do.  After Dad got the driveway cleared off with his snow blower (noisy!) machine, I could at least walk around on it….but getting through the yard was impossible.  Here’s a few shots of LAST winter:

Sam looking mighty small in the snow

Hey Mom! Wait for me!


Sammy Following Mom's Path in The Snow

Here I am Mom....where's my sled??

What made me think about snow today?  Not sure….it’s not like it’s cold or anything – going to be in the high 70s today in fact.  I guess we’re luckier than some people who get HUGE snows every winter.  Mom had a friend who used to live in North Pole, Alaska (yes there really is a town called North Pole!!).  They had LOTS of snow there.  But people didn’t make a big deal about it like they do here.  They were used to it I guess.  Here, when there’s a couple of inches of snow everything STOPS.  They close schools and nobody goes anywhere……we just sit and wait for snowplows to eventually get to our neighborhoods.  But one thing’s for sure……..it’s nice and cozy with the fire in the fireplace and Mom’s lap to snooze in.

Hmm….winter means Christmas……Christmas means Santa Paws……and that means presents!  Oh boy oh boy oh boy……bring on winter – I’m ready………

Sammy, One Spoiled Cat


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