My Name Is 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!