Samson’s Birthday Adventure

Samson chewing a boxThis past Sunday was Samson’s first birth­day. Samson is the “youngest mem­ber” of our house­hold. He is the sub­ject of a pre­vi­ous blog post. Then he was a skinny kit­ten with his whiskers cut off. Now he’s a hand­some man­cat with lux­u­ri­ant curl­ing whiskers and a mis­chie­vous streak.

Samson sallies forth

Samson sal­lies forth

The humans were going to cel­e­brate Samson’s becom­ing a man­cat by giv­ing him extra cud­dles and good things to eat. But when mommy went to look for him on the morn­ing of 14 July (yes, Samson’s birth­day is on Bastille Day), he was not to be found. After look­ing in all the clos­ets and under all the fur­ni­ture, the humans thought and thought and decided that Samson must not have been home the evening before. But when did he go out? Mommy reviewed the front door secu­rity cam­era record­ings and there he was, out­side the front door at 9:55 am the pre­vi­ous day. Samson had been away from home for 24 hours! Unfortunately, about 10 min­utes after Samson left, the gar­dener arrived and pro­ceeded to make all sorts of com­mo­tion by the front of the house. Samson might have come back had it been quiet, but we believed he was spooked by the noise and took off for parts unknown (but quiet).

Looking for Samson

Looking for Samson, with grandma

Well, nat­u­rally, the searches began at once. Mommy went one way, then daddy went the other way and they kept it up all day. Even grandma got an out­side ride out of it in her wheel­chair, which made her happy. The other humans weren’t happy because Samson was not to be found. They com­forted them­selves with the thought that cats get bolder dur­ing the night, so maybe Samson was keep­ing a low pro­file while the sun was out and would get home after dark.

Well, dark­ness came and still no Samson. The humans con­tin­ued to walk the neigh­bor­hood call­ing for him. Mommy began to really worry about him. Maybe he had got­ten run over by a car. (There were no flat­tened kit­ties on our street but what if he went to another street, what if he was able to get him­self off the road to die???) Maybe he had been in a fight with another ani­mal and was hid­ing some­where, hurt and afraid, maybe too sick to get home. Mommy started talk­ing to her twit­ter pals about it and shar­ing her wor­ries made her feel much bet­ter. She also started work­ing on a “lost cat” poster for Samson to dis­trib­ute through­out the neigh­bor­hood the next day. All through this time, she kept check­ing the video camera

Samson brought home

Samson brought home

at the front door just in case. And at 12:46 am, she saw a cou­ple at the front door and one of them had Samson in his arms. Mommy ran to the door before they rang the door­bell. In the mean­while they had put Samson on the ground in front of the bowl of food mommy had left out for him.

Samson makes for the door

Samson makes for the door

When the door opened, he totally ignored the food and ran into the house. I guess he likes it here, after all. (He did scarf the food down once mommy brought it inside, then he made him­self com­fort­able on the dog bed).

Samson found his way home because he has a col­lar tag with the humans’ name, phone num­ber and address. This isn’t the first time mommy has got­ten a call about an errant cat. As much as she tries to pre­vent it, Jami gets out the door on a reg­u­lar basis and she’s got­ten calls from neigh­bors to come pick him up. Jami, how­ever, always reap­pears after 2 – 3 hours and meows louldly to be let back in. Samson was gone for over 36 hours. This inci­dent just reaf­firmed mommy’s belief that an address tag is a good thing on a cat, and so are good neigh­bors. She sees an excel­lent bot­tle of wine in these people’s future.

Oh, Samson’s Birthday cel­e­bra­tion has been moved to next week. We all need to recover from this experience.

The couch is back and I’m on it!

Do you remem­ber, way back mommy snagged a paw­some couch at the thrift shop. We loved it but didn’t get to enjoy it for long before it got whisked off to be reuphol­stered. It took ever so long, but now it’s back and remains a big hit with every­one, includ­ing me.

Bassie on couch

Here’s the couch in all it’s glory (yes, we repainted the wall).

Bassie on couch

And here I am enjoy­ing it.

Zabi on couch

Even Zabi the tri­pod cat likes the couch. It’s the first piece of fur­ni­ture he’s jumped on since he became a tri­pod last September.

 

 

Boogie plays

Our house is a strange one, where the dogs play with cat toys. We got a cou­ple of paw­some cat­nip toys from Tiny Pearl Cat last week and we love them! But the dogs have already found out about them and taken over. Here’s Boogie play­ing with our cat­nip toy.

Boogie with cat toy

Boogie with our cool cat toy from Tiny Pearl Cat

Cats, do your canine fursibs play with your toys. Dogs, does the cat steal your play­things? This kitty wants to know. Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrs.

Jami Wants To Be on Cats in Sinks

This a photo mommy took the other day. It says it all, doesn’t it? He’s cute, even if he is a pain. That’s the Mark of Bassie on his nose. RRRRRRROAAAAAAAAAARRRRR

Jami in Sink

Jami in Sink

In other news

Surfeit is going for radioac­tive iodine treat­ment today. I got mommy to write about feline hyper­thy­roidism and radioac­tive iodine treat­ment and I’ll be post­ing that soon.

 

 

 

I help mommy with her sewing

Mommy’s sewing a cou­ple of pairs of pants for a friend and I am help­ing, of course.

Bassie on sewing pattern

Here I am serv­ing as a pat­tern weight to make sure the cut­ting is accurate.

 

Bassie and Little Bit on cutting table

The big grey kitty is my baby sis­ter Little Bit. She used to be tiny when she came to live with our humans and the name stuck, even though she is now the biggest cat. Oh, and she’s actu­ally a dilute tor­tie. It shows bet­ter in pho­tos than in person.

 

Little Bit giving Bassie a wash

Little Bit gives the best head washes.

 

Little Bit giving Bassie a wash

Mmmmmm, a lit­tle more to the right.… Right there! Perfect!