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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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?