The music is "Black Cat Rag"
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Samuall T Bone Edwards Birthdate: circa May, 1994 Birthplace: near Martinsville, Indiana Nicknames: Sammy, Sammy-wammy, Nammy, Sweetie-boy, Pretty Boy, Big Sam, Samula Likes: Fun tings. Chasin' Bitesy, jumpin on bedmousies, grabin hans wit mie clause an likin hans. Speshully urly in da mornin. Oh yeh, peenutz budder on bred! An rolin on da batroom flore wen hoomummy is in dere! Dislikes: Udder catz fitin. Greatest wish: Dat I cud go in da Out! An den come bakk In!
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Dont youse tink mie clause is purrrty? Wudnt ya lik mee ta need on ya wit em? |
He didn't know it and I didn't know it, but Sammy was less than 24 hours from execution when we took Tommye and Widgy in to the vet for routine shots. I had just lost my dearly beloved Hootie, and desperately needed something to help fill the empty space in my heart--so when we were ready to leave, I asked the receptionist if they had a kitten for adoption. I don't know why I asked--that wasn't their practice--but the lady said they had one, who would be euthanized the next day if no one took him. I asked to see him, and she brought out this adorable little black guy who looked like he'd be a very good cat. Of course I would have taken him even if he had looked like Godzilla on a really bad day, just to save him from the fate called death! Having been assured that he had received his shots, etc., we put him in the carrier with Widge and Tom and off we went! Being about the same age, four or five months, the three proceeded to form a Trilogy of Terror as only young cats-in-cahoots can. They played and played, creating havoc among the older cats, and generally tearing the place apart! While watching Sammy grow, I gradually managed to let Hootie out of my mind, but never out of my heart.
Sammy evolved from a main-house terrorist into one of the "Bedroom Cats", a coveted position at the Edwards place. Only Bitsy and Sammy are allowed free entry(and sometimes Bubby when we can no longer ignore his plaintive little cries and the hurling of his bulk against the door). Sam and Bitz usually sleep with us--Bubby gets turfed for taking up too much space--but Sam is the one who wakes me by grabbing my hand with his claws and licking it. Those are some claws, I gotta say, especially at 7AM when I didn't get to sleep until after 2AM--I could almost swear they're about two inches long at that time of morning. If I can calm him by cuddling, he'll usually let me go back to sleep for a couple more hours.
Sammy has a sweet, docile disposition, with just a streak of mischief running through it.. He likes to lurk, then jump out on unsuspecting cats, especially Bitsy. When an argument's afoot with the other cats, he half-heartedly joins in when he's in the area. Most of the time, however, he stays in the bedroom with Bitsy, coming out only for a meal or a brief survey of the great indoors. The other night (May 12, 1997--an important date for future reference) Sammy caught his first mouse! He brought it out of the bedroom and ran around the house with it until he was forced to go back in by the other cats, who coveted it. The poor thing was still alive--I tried to take it away and free it, but he wouldn't let go. Somehow, Dolly, who is not allowed in the bedroom snuck in and got it away from him. The last I saw of it was only part of it.
Sammy loves having his picture taken, and he does it so well as you may have noticed. He's one of the leading players at my other site, Queen Bitsy's Castle, where you'll see him as the beleaguered lackey to the iron-pawed ruler, Queen Bitsy. It's all in fun, though. In real-time they are buddies--well, let's say they're fairly tolerant of each other.
I'm so happy that we managed to be at the right vet at the right time--I'm so happy we have Sammy and he has us!
Hay! Gess wat I did? I haz joyned da Pampurred Prince Club, an heer iz my memfurshipp sirtiffycat.
