I feel very
lucky because I used to be a stray tomcat and had to live outdoors
all day long and all night long, every single day. Sun, rain,
hail, snow, frost - I always had to live outside. How I came to
live in a parking lot of a big apartment complex is a mystery
to Meowmie, but we're both glad that she lived there too so we
could find each other.
When I first
met Meowmie, she was out digging in her flowerbed - one of my
most favorite activities. I had places to go and things to do
that day, so I just looked at her and went my way. I remember
her first words to me: "Well hello there! And what is your
name?" I decided that I could probably trust that nice lady
because most people just ignored me, but she actually was interested
in me!
The next
day I was feeling pretty hungry, so I decided to pay the nice
lady a visit. It wasn't long before I had a plate of tuna fish!
Now I had eaten tuna fish before, but it was all dirty and I had
to dig it out of a stinky old dumpster. I also used to eat tacos
and all kinds of things that I would find. Being a nice tom, I
found a few people in the complex to feed me once in awhile, but
I couldn't always count on them. The nice lady fed me every time
I went there! After my first visit she started feeding me real
cat food, and I knew that she had bought it just for me.
One day
I decided to take her up on her offer to go inside with her and
I found myself a nice, soft chair and took a nap. I still wasn't
too sure I would be safe though, so I asked her to let me back
outside. The next day I napped on her white sofa! I thought for
sure she would yell at me, but she didn't. Then the next day I
decided to try out her bed. Well, that was it! I knew I had found
a home at last and I just stayed there. Meowmie still let me go
outside, but she knew that I would be right back. Besides, by
this time I had met Farfur and he started taking me for walks
on a leash. I thought that was pretty cool and so did he. He luffed
it when I came running every time I was called too. He said I
was his d*g and I just let him think that way because it made
him happy.
That's how
it all started. I was about two years old then, kind of scrawny,
had a few scars, was loaded with fleas, very dirty, and had an
old wound on my tail. Now I have a very nice physique, a beautiful,
clean coat, and am enjoying my golden years with Meowmie and Farfur.
After all these years, I still give Meowmie a hard time when I
have to have the claws on my extra toes cut and I have to have
my teeth cleaned more than normal, but other than that, I am no
trouble - except when I need to get one of my sisfurs in line,
of course. I was purrty upset when Meowmie rescued Delli and then
Delli had kittens, but I guess they needed a home too!
Meowmie
says her best guess is that I am about 14 years old, but I sure
don't look it! The picture above was taken shortly after I was
adopted, but I look pretty much the same now except for a few
more white hairs here and there. I don't act much like a senior
either. I'm inside the house most of the time, but I told Meowmie
that I'm just too old to change my ways all that much, so she
still lets me go outside once in awhile. It's a tom's duty to
protect the household and I'm very glad to oblige.
The thing
I'm the most proud of is the work I do to help further animal
welfare and supporting spay/neuter, stray and shelter adoptions,
and feral cat colony management. Helping save other kitties and
animals is what makes me happy. Oh, and a warm bed, good food,
and fresh catnip!
Mewrar!
Sam
Older Cats Society
