The Story of Sammy Cat.

So in early August, my wife went on a week-long trip to a postal conference to New Orleans, while there was still a New Orleans to have a postal conference in. One day before going on her trip, however, she spotted a kitten sitting next to a mailbox in the blistering heat, panting. Nobody in the nearby homes knew anything about him. She took him along for the rest of her mail route and brought him home, where he proceeded to drink water like a fish.


Sampson, as she named him, quickly detected the other sucker for cats in the household and latched on to me.



This isn’t to say that I didn’t latch on to him too, however. I started calling him “Sammy Cat.”





He had no idea what cat food was, or that one should eat it rather than walking through it.



Many belly-rub attacks ensued.






He did finally figure the food thing out though.

While my wife was away on her trip, Sammy Cat tried to help out with household chores.








For which I repaid him with…you guessed it…belly rub attacks.


We knew early on that my sister-in-law was interested in Sampson as a possible mouse-eatin’ Barn Kitty. So I started trying to reintroduce him to the outdoors.



He didn’t seem to understand the significance of the dog food or the dog house at first.


He much preferred staying in our utility room and snoozing, as these Mr. Sleepyhead photos prove.


He also liked climbing to the top of this rolled-up carpet remnant so he could greet us at eye-level.



Our visits to the great outdoors – well, not really, but the back deck – continued.




Until…


“Oh, wait. So you’re a dog. And you’re about 5,000 times bigger than me. Only one thing for it.”

FREAK THE HELL OUT!!!




So I climbed a tree – something I don’t exactly have the physique for – to try to rescue Sammy Cat.


Only one little problem…the moment sunlight hit the little fart, he happy curled up and went to sleep in the tree. With me clinging to it for dear life.


After a nap Sampson was finally ready to be ‘rescued.’

After that, he was ready to snooze inside for a change.



You may be wondering how Othello and Chloe felt about all this. They seemed to be fine with it – until finally, after we’d all had a week and a half to grow very attached to Sammy Cat, his “new mommy” came to pick him up. Othello and Chloe promptly went looking for him.