Wishing all my friends and pals a very Happy Thanksgiving. I'm pretty settled in at my forever home and what's-his-name seems to be a good guy. I would like to to thank my benefactors, Tom and Michelle, for helping me find a nice home.
Going over Possum's notes and posts has kept me busy and I'm happy he left me with the inside info on how to deal with you-know-who.
My kitten experiences on the streets (pictured above) left me a bit jumpy at times, but Jimmy let's me do what I want. I appreciate his love and I always accompany him when he goes to his litter box.
He usually takes a newspaper with him and doesn't seem very appreciative when I bat it with my paw. It's hard teaching an old dog new tricks.
We made a video (Jimmy filmed it and I had the starring role, of course). Although Jimmy narrates it, you may not be able to hear it unless you use the tool at the bottom left of my journal to mute the music. It looks like this ( II ).
Either way, his comments are second only to my superb acting and an Oscar may not be out of the question.
There you have it my friends. I hope your day is a happy one. What's-his-name told me that I'm going to get a piece of turkey later. He says it makes him sleepy. I guess that makes me Samantha.....
My Pictures The little guy loves his Mom. I miss my Mom too. Sometimes I make bread on Jimmy's tummy and that helps me remember her. Jimmy misses Possum, too.
The Cat's Meow And Puppy Dog Tales:
What is a Cat?
Cats do what they want. They rarely listen to you. They're totally unpredictable. When you want to play, they want to be alone. When you want to be alone, they want to play. They expect you to cater to their every whim. They're moody. They leave hair everywhere.
Conclusion: They're tiny women in little fur coats.
That's it for now. More Soon!
Stray Tuned ~ Samantha
We will never forget the victims of the World Trade Center tragedy. We pray for their souls and families.
God Bless America.
Stray Tuned !
Hi, it's Samantha and I'm getting bigger living with my new human, Jimmy. He has discovered how to use his cell phone camera and who better than me to be the star. Of course, it took him thirty minutes to get it right and frankly I was getting a bit tired of his antics, but he seemed to be happy so I let him play.
Nevertheless, this is our first production, so don't expect too much. Remember, I wasn't adopted by Steven Spielberg Hope you like it and hope to post more soon.
Stray Tuned !
Samantha
My name is Samantha and my new human, Jimmy, adopted me on April 30th, 2014. I'm unsure of what "adoption" means because I had made friends with Tom and Michelle, who fed me and petted me.
They were afraid that their long time family dog, Lady, might eat me for lunch one day, but I'm pretty sure I could have charmed her. They decided they didn't want to take the chance and posted a picture of me on Facebook looking for a good home. Jimmy answered the call.
So one day, Tom took me to the vet for vaccinations and something else which we didn't discuss. The next thing I know, I'm riding with Jimmy to his house. Jimmy's says I got fixed, which I don't really understand. I'm relatively sure that I wasn't broken, but I digress.
I'm slowly adjusting to my new home and Jimmy gives me a lot of food and pets me. It's still a little scary, though. Twenty days ago I was a free spirit. Then I met Tom and Michelle who I love. Then, the next thing I know, I'm living in a new home and my "hoo-hoo" hurts from being "fixed".
I like it here, but Jimmy doesn't remember my name very well. Sometimes he calls me Possum and even Possum's notorious nickname. I don't mind that so much 'cause I know how much he misses Possum.
I don't think he's sure about my name. Sometimes he calls me "Blackie" and even worse, he often call me "Cat". The thing that really gets me is that he occasionally refers to me as "He" and "Boy". Hello? I'm a girl, thank you. Reading Possum's notes gave me some insight though.
See, Jimmy gave me all of Possum's old notes and files so that I could continue the tradition of Possum's Journal. Possum referred to him a lot as "What's His Name" or "You Know Who" and I'm betting that was Possum's reaction to having his name occasionally mangled, as well. Nevertheless, Possum seemed to love 'ol "What's His Name" (Lol).
I'm going to try to continue writing Possum's Journal and I know I've got some big pawprints to follow, but I'm gonna do my best. I hope all of Possum's friends and followers will give me a chance.
Possum S. Hemmingway must have been a pretty special cat and my only hope is that I will become special to all of his friends as well.
My Pictures This is Lady and her humans are Tom and Michelle. I think she would have liked me. She's cute !
The Cat's Meow And Puppy Dog Tales: What is a Cat?
Cats do what they want. They rarely listen to you. They're totally unpredictable. When you want to play, they want to be alone.
When you want to be alone, they want to play. They expect you to cater to their every whim. They're moody. They leave hair everywhere.
Conclusion: They're tiny women in little fur coats.
A woman found out her dog could hardly hear so she took it to the veterinarian. He found that the problem was hair in its ears. He cleaned both ears and the dog could hear fine.
The vet then proceeded to tell the lady that if she wanted to keep this from recurring she should go to the store and get some "Nair" hair remover and rub it in the dog's ears once a month.
The woman goes to the drug store and gets some "Nair" hair remover.
At the register the druggist tells her, "If you're going to use this under your arms don't use deodorant for a few days."
The woman says, "I'm not using it under my arms."
The druggist says, "If you're using it on your legs don't shave for a couple of days."
The woman says, "I'm not using it on my legs either. If you must know, I'm using it on my schnauzer."
The druggist says, "Better stay off your bicycle for a week or two."
That's it for now. More Soon!
Stray Tuned!
With the utmost regret, I have the painful duty to tell you that my beloved cat, Possum, passed away on March 30th, 2014. I made an announcement on Jimmy's Journal early in April, but I have been unable to pen his memorial without crying.
I found Possum in a dumpster sometime in 2003. He was just a kitten and I adopted him. We have spent the last eleven or so years together and he was always my faithful companion.
About a month before he died, he had become a bit lethargic and I began to realize the end was near. He died peacefully and in no pain.
After Possum passed, my first thoughts were that I would not adopt any new animal because of the unbearable pain of his loss. Thanks to the encouragement of my family, friends and very dear Facebook friends, I have adopted a little juvenile black female kitty who was found by Tom and Michelle, a loving couple in Pembroke Pines.
Tom and Michelle were unable to keep the kitten because they already have a large German shepherd who rules the roost. They were so caring that the arranged and paid for the female to be spayed and vaccinated at their own cost.
I have yet to name the kitten, being torn between several names. She is currently with me, recovering from her surgery on Friday. She is becoming familiar in her new home and is eating well.
Possums Journal will continue to be published and will be narrated in future posts by my black kitten. Anyone who has a loss and wishes me to publish a small memorial is welcome to email me with their story.
Possum now joins his pals Gabi Lin, Luke the Wonder Dog, Zoey and Coatie on the other side of the Rainbow Bridge. Although the journal will have a new narrator, the name will never change. It will always be Possum's Journal.
Rest in peace, my sweet Possum. I will always love you.....
That's it for now. More Soon!
Stray Tuned!
It's been a while since I've posted, but things have been a bit hectic. Nevertheless, I'm making a quick entry to wish everyone a Happy St. Catricks Patrick's day.
Remember, we cats are delicate creatures and subject to a good many ailments. None of us, however, suffer from insomnia. There is no snooze button on a cat who wants breakfast.....
My Pictures Nice hat, baby !
The Cat's Meow And Puppy Dog Tales: Thousands of years ago, cats were worshipped as gods. We have never forgotten this. So, do not meddle in the affairs of cats for we are subtle and will pee on your computer keyboard.
There are many intelligent species in the universe. They are all owned by cats. As every cat carer knows, nobody owns a cat.
That's it for now. More Soon!
Stray Tuned!
