A Happy Thanksgiving Day to all my friends and furballs. The smell of turkey is wafting through the halls but I'll bet Scooter and I are getting turkey cat food, unless you-know-who feels generous. I hope Scooter behaves himself so that we get some table turkey.
Speaking of Scooter, he's growing and with his size and youth, he is a pain. What's-his-name calls him "Destructo" and rightfully so, 'cause the little shit breaks everything. Fortunately, I don't get any blame. Although I kinda like him, he always wants to play. The only peace I get is when he sleeps.
Thankfully, he'll soon be taking a trip to the vet and maybe he'll slow the pace when he goes to lick himself and finds parts missing.
I have been remiss in posting because the new kid takes up everyone's time. Hopefully, I can get back at it after "Destructo's" trip to the vet.
That's it for now. I hope everyone enjoys their thanksgiving meal and I hope everyone gets a drumstick.
Sam
By now, I'm sure you're aware of a new addition to my household. His name is Scooter and what's-his-name found him trapped under the hood of his car. It was scared, trembling and definitely dirty, so he adopted him.
I wasn't very thrilled at the time but you-know-who can be boring when he's watching TV and doesn't want to play. I do like playing with Scooter until he becomes petulant and I have to move to higher ground.
He's a cute little guy but he needs to learn to respect his elders and I intend to teach him. What's-his-name thinks he's cute too because he resembles Possum. Of course, he doesn't think he's so cute when he uses his little kitten claws to climb up his leg.
Thankfully, what's-his-name found Theodora Bear to help calm down the rambunctious Scooter, because to be frank, the only time both you-know-who and I can relax is when Scooter takes his nap with Theodora.
So, I guess I have a little brother now. I'm sure I'll learn to like him more once he learns his manners.
That's it for now. More soon.
Samantha
I must admit that I've been remiss in attending my journal. You-know-who has been obsessed with his new toys which were given to him for his birthday by Luly and Sandra. These toys were meant for ME and HE decides when we play with them.
The headline picture is the cat's paw Sandra bought pour moi. It moves and makes meow sounds, obviously meant for a cat. Obviously some people can't tell the difference
The main reason I wanted to post today was to say hello to all my Facebook family, friends and furballs. What's-his-name is always on the computer and I rarely get to use it. I tried to trick him by sleeping on the keyboard hoping he'd fall asleep in his recliner, but he woke up when he heard me login.
For those of you who subscribe or follow Possum's Journal on Facebook, please send me pics of your pets. You can post them on my Facebook blog and I'll be sure to add them.
Of course, the Black Cat group are of utmost importance to me since I am, indeed, black. I mean not like Obama, as his pedigree is questionable, at best.
So there you have it my furry little friends. You can also follow me on Facebook by clicking "Follow This Blog" on the Network Blogs app in the upper right of the page. I will try to post more often.
Sam
Happy New Year my fuzzy little friends! What's-his-name and I wish you a very prosperous and healthy new year, a clean litter box and plenty of treats and food on your tables. Remember to show your love and kiss your pets (first), family and friends.
I wanted to go out and paint the town but you-know-who said there were too many amateur drinkers in the streets, so we stayed home.
Sam
