Happy Mother's Day !

Happy Mother's Day to all the Moms and furball Moms. May today be filled with warmth, happiness and love on this, your special day.

Love from Samantha and Scooter  

Happy St Catrick's Day !

Happy Thanksgiving

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

I've Got A New Baby Brother

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

It's My Toy

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 Little Furballs !

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

Merry Christmas from Samantha And What's-His-Name

Merry Christmas to everyone from Samantha, Possum (in heaven) and Jimmy. A special wish to my pals that Santa Claws brought you special treats. Santa didn't eat the cat treats I left him but I'm sure he was hurrying to bring you guys your treats.

I'm feeling a bit lazy today because you-know-who went parting Wednesday night and I didn't get much sleep until after my 3 am wind sprints around the house.

Special Christmas wishes for my pals (and their humans) Hoss, Jeffy, Junior, Lady, Lilly, Misty, Molly, Neo, Nino, Piper, Rikki, Riley, Sera, Susie, Xena and all the other pet friends that what's-his-name can't remember.

That's it for now. More soon!

Stray Tuned !
Samantha

Happy Fourth of July To My Pet Pals ! (Fireworks=Hide)

Happy Fourth of July to everyone, especially my pals Hoss, Jeffy,  Junior, Lady, Lilly, Misty, Molly, Neo, Nino, Piper, Rikki, Riley, Sera, Susie, Xena and all the other pet friends that what's-his-name can't remember.

Quite a few of my animal friends have passed over the Rainbow Bridge including Possum S. Hemmingway. You may be gone, but you are, and always will be, in our hearts.

I would also be remiss not to mention the countless animal lovers who allow us to share our lives with them and their lives with us. God bless you all.

I would especially like to mention my reincarnated friend, Sandra Gato Perrov (nee Gatov) for her doting, loving and never ending attention to pets and animals. 

I have to remember my friend, Paula and her moo-cows and turtles. Also a love shout out to my Uncle Tom and Aunt Michelle from Samantha.

Have a great holiday and remember, fireworks and animals don't mix.

Samantha and Possum.

Happy Mother's Day

Happy Mother's Day to all the beautiful mothers. May your special day be showered with love and happiness ~ Samantha and Possum.

Happy Saint Patrick's Day

May you always have walls for the winds, a roof for the rain, tea beside the fire, laughter to cheer you, those you love near you, and all your heart might desire ~ Samantha and Possum

Happy Saint Patrick's Day from Possum in Heaven and Samantha.

Happy Thanksgiving From Samantha

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

R E M E M B E R

We will never forget the victims of the World Trade Center tragedy. We pray for their souls and families.

God Bless America.

Stray Tuned !

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!

Happy Mother's Day from Samantha

In Memoriam - Possum S. Hemmingway

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!

Happy Saint Catrick's Day !

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!

Farewell Sweet Coatie !

Hi everyone - sorry for not posting lately, but as you know, we cats march to our own drumbeat. I'm especially sad today because my pal Coatie has crossed over the rainbow bridge. My heart goes out to her human mom Regina as we all know the suffering that one goes through in these unfortunate times.

Those who have or had animals know that they are special. The sound of your voice makes them happy. Each and everyone of them know you by the smell of your breath. In my case, it's a bit easier because Johnnie Walker Black scotch has a distinct aroma.

So, today we add Coatie's picture to my sidebar for all to remember. The redeeming factor for me is that Coatie joins "Luke the Wonder Dog", "Gabi Lin", "Zoey" and the others who will welcome Coatie into the arms and take care of her.

Rest in peace, sweet Coatie !

My Pictures Innocence.....

The Cat's Meow And Puppy Dog Tales: The 5 laws of cats

1. Law of Cat Inertia: A cat at rest will tend to remain at rest, unless acted upon by some outside force – such as the opening of cat food, or a nearby scurrying mouse.
2. Law of Cat Stretching: A cat will stretch to a distance proportional to the length of the nap just taken.
3. Law of Cat Sleeping: All cats must sleep with people whenever possible, in a position as uncomfortable for the people involved, and as comfortable as possible for the cat.
4. Law of Cat Obstruction: A cat must lay on the floor in such a position to obstruct the maximum amount of human foot traffic. 5. Law of Furniture Replacement: A cat’s desire to scratch furniture is directly proportional to the cost of the furniture.

Upon entering a little country store, a stranger noticed a warning sign that read "Danger! Beware of dog!" posted on the door. Inside, he noticed a harmless little dog asleep on the floor beside the cash register. He asked the owner, "Is that the dog folks are supposed to beware of?" The owner replied, "Yep, that’s him."

The stranger couldn’t help but be amused and said. "That certainly doesn’t look like a dangerous dog to me. Why in the world would you post that sign?" The owner answered,"Because before I posted that sign, people kept tripping over him."

A police dog responds to an ad for work with the FBI. The personnel director says, "You’ll have to meet some strict requirements. First, you must type at least 60 words per minute." Sitting down at the typewriter, the dog types out 80 words per minute.

The director says, "You must pass a physical and complete the obstacle course." This perfect canine specimen finishes the course in record time.

The director continues, “There’s one last requirement. You must be bilingual.” With confidence, the dog looks up at him and says, "Meow!"

That's it for now. More Soon!

Stray Tuned!

Happy New Year from Possum S. Hemmingway

Happy New Year to all my pals and readers. Today's entry is a simple way to choose a human to live with. I say this with the deepest respect for you-know-who but I was young and in love.

Human beings are large, clumsy animals with extremely poor night vision that make a lot of noise. However, they live in weather-proof homes and are easily trained.

Choosing Your Human: Humans don't realize this, but we choose which humans to live with and which ones to avoid. Avoid humans who start sneezing when we get close. They are allergic to us. Also avoid ones that try and kick us. A good human will bend down and reach out to scratch an ear and start saying something stupid like "nice kitty kitty." The trick is to get inside the human's home to see if they have a suitable environment for one of our superior species.

Getting Carried Around: While walking to one's destination is preferable, it is nevertheless fun to be picked up and carried around by a human, because this provides a much loftier view of things. Female humans are more likely to pick you up. They will try and scratch your belly, so arch your back and they will reach under you. For some reason, most humans instinctively pick us up at that point.

Getting Fed On Time: Humans are somewhat erratic in their eating habits, but this must not be allowed to conflict with our getting fed exactly on time every day. Pick a time, usually at 5 in the morning, and insist on being fed. Vocalize your hunger, and if necessary, wake the human up. Initially, the human will throw you outside, thinking you've received a call from nature. But in a week or two they will catch on and get the food out on time.

Getting The Right Food: Unfortunately modern humans are inept at hunting, thus they purchase all their food. Generally, they buy things in cans, bags or boxes to feed us. They should eat this stuff. The appropriate training regime is to walk up to the bowl of this awful processed food, sniff at it, walk around the bowl a few times and then decamp to your favorite perch for a nice little nap.

A few days of this, and the human begins to feel guilty about you starving. Eventually they will produce something moderately edible. If, by chance, something really good turns up, make sure you let the human know this is preferred to the dry crunchy stuff.

Napping Sites: Human dwellings are just full of nice little places to nap, such as window sills, the tops of dressers, inside closets, under couches, whatever. Many of these places, however, will initially be places the human thinks they have control over. You must disabuse them of this territoriality as soon as possible.

Typically, if the human finds you in a place they think is theirs, they will grab you and toss you. An exciting moment of flying through the air. Go back. After a while the human will mutter "stupid kitty," and leave you alone.

Other Cats: Some humans are excessively fond of our companionship and thus attempt to bring more than one of us into their home. Remember, first one inside is king (or queen). Humans don't like the sound of our displeasure being voiced at an intruder, but they will rarely do anything about it. It is nice to have a few companions around, provided the human increases the food supply.

The Litter Box: Most humans are fairly conscientious about cleaning out the litter box with adequate frequency. However, some humans will accidentally lock us in a room, or forget to clean the litter box often enough. We all know what we do to the human on that occasion, don't we.

Gifts: Humans don't think they are animals, so they don't understand gifts. Don't bother. Keep the mouse for yourself.

Expressing Affection: The deal is we get a free place to live that is dry and warm, and adequate food, in exchange for once in a while recognizing the human exists and letting it touch us. Humans like to hear us purr, because they think that is our way of saying we're happy. They have no idea. Don't get too stand-off-ish as the human will not understand, and become anxious. A calm human is a reliable human when it comes to dinner.

Naming: Humans immediately give us stupid little names. If you don't like the name, act deaf. Once they pick a name you like, then respond. If the human is really nice to you, and understands our language, then tell them your true name.

Conclusion: Humans are much easier to train, than, for example, their stupid dogs.

My Pictures "Gimme a bite!"

The Cat's Meow And Puppy Dog Tales: A teacher is explaining biology to her 4th grade students. She says, "Human beings are the only animals that stutter." A little girl raises her hand and says, "I had a kitty-cat who stuttered."   The teacher, knowing how precious some of these stories could become, asked the girl to describe the incident.

The little girl began, "Well, I was in the back yard with my kitty and the Rottweiler that lives next door got a running start and before we knew it, he jumped over the fence into our yard!" The teacher said, "That must've been scary." The little girl said, "It sure was! My kitty raised his back, went 'Fffff, Fffff, Fffff'...and before he could say 'F*ck', the Rottweiler ate him!"

That's it for now. More Soon!

Stray Tuned!