Jami gets a playmate

When Jami got here, it became appar­ent that he needed some­one closer to his own age to play with. He was chas­ing all of us and get­ting into everything.

Samson

Pinky just after get­ting home

Enter Pinky, a kit­ten at the Pompano Beach, FL shel­ter, who had his feet dyed pink and his whiskers cut off. Mommy decided to adopt the poor guy and show him that not all humans are thought­less or nasty. Unfortunately, Pinky picked up an upper res­pi­ra­tory infec­tion at the shel­ter and stopped eat­ing, so he had to be syringe fed for over a week by a paw­some lady named Nicole. (Mommy would have done it but she couldn’t drive and was afraid to have a sick kit­ten at home  with­out being able to take him to the vet on short notice). But he finally got bet­ter and started eat­ing by him­self and mommy and Amanda the pet sit­ter went to get him from Nicole. The photo above is on his first day home, when he wasn’t quite sure what he’d got­ten into.

Samson and Pinky

Pinky the kit­ten and Pinky the dog

The very first order of busi­ness was a name change. You see, we already have a Pinky. She’s a dog. So Pinky the kit­ten became Samson. I must say the name suits him. He’s a brave lit­tle kitten.

Samson and Pinky

Samson after his bath, with Pinky commiserating

Next was a nail trim and a bath. You know about those kit­ten claws, they are like lit­tle nee­dles and kit­tens are none too dis­crim­i­nat­ing about using them (ouch). Samson was very, very good about his nail trim, mommy was impressed.

The poor thing also had a bunch of food stuck in his furs after all that syringe feed­ing and it was just too much for a lit­tle kit­ten, no mat­ter how brave, to han­dle by him­self. Samson didn’t care for the bath and gave Amanda a hard time. I’m bet­ting he was also scared, being in a new place and all. Mommy said he smelled won­der­ful after his bath, though. And he’s kept him­self clean since then, except for get­ting things caught in his fluffy tail.

Samson at table

Samson at table

Since those first days, Samson has made him­self quite at home. He was pretty thin because of his ill­ness (and per­haps also his time on the street) and he’s gone about eat­ing every­thing he can get his lit­tle paws on. He has break­fast with daddy every morn­ing and gets a lit­tle saucer of milk from daddy’s cof­fee. He also gets pieces of everyone’s din­ner, as he is irre­sistible. And, of course, he gets lots of kit­ten food.

Samson and Jami

Samson and Jami

What about the rea­son mommy adopted Samson? Oh yes, to keep Jami com­pany! Well, I’m happy to report that Samson def­i­nitely keeps Jami busy. Mommy still has trou­ble get­ting around, so she hasn’t man­aged to cap­ture the two of them play­ing on cam­era, but here’s Samson groom­ing Jami in a quiet moment. They are pals.

Mommy says that’s all the ani­mals she’s get­ting for a while. There are now eight of us cats: Little Bit, Frangi, Java, Zabi, Jami, Surfeit, Samson and me; and four dogs: Pinky, Izzy and Ferdy and the fos­ter, Boogie. The humans love us all, of course, but they think there are enough of us right now. A dozen is a good num­ber, don’t you think?