This is my cat, Samantha. She was a lilac point Siamese that was given to us by our neighbors, who found her abandoned at a campsite near the Canadian border. From day one she decided she was my cat, or should I say she decided I was her human. Her preferred sleeping place was on the pillow next to my head. However, she had just as much love for her place in front of the fireplace. She would curl up on her carpeted box and snooze in front of the warm fire. Gradually, she would get so relaxed that her head would hang over the edge of the box, as can be seen in one of the pictures posted here. Trust me, that picture doesn't begin to show how low her head would hang!
Sammie, as we called her, ruled the roost both indoors and out… we all sort of knew that our only purpose was to be there to make her life comfortable. She knew where home was and we only lost her once, when she somehow got into a neighbor's attic and was stuck up there for a few days. She was also a great hunter. I remember one time she caught a field mouse… and I watched her outside on our patio batting that poor thing back and forth like a soccer ball. I think she eventually let that one go, but there were other mice and birds that weren't so lucky… and we weren't so lucky when she decided that they would make good presents for us.
Sammie lived a long life… she was approximately 19 when we had to put her down. She just kept getting smaller and louder with that Siamese yowl of hers. But, she has left us with many precious memories: the sound of her running back and forth upstairs, chasing after nothing; the wonderful back flips she could do if you ran a string over her head; and the unconditional love that she gave us all. She was one very special cat.
Sammie, as we called her, ruled the roost both indoors and out… we all sort of knew that our only purpose was to be there to make her life comfortable. She knew where home was and we only lost her once, when she somehow got into a neighbor's attic and was stuck up there for a few days. She was also a great hunter. I remember one time she caught a field mouse… and I watched her outside on our patio batting that poor thing back and forth like a soccer ball. I think she eventually let that one go, but there were other mice and birds that weren't so lucky… and we weren't so lucky when she decided that they would make good presents for us.
Sammie lived a long life… she was approximately 19 when we had to put her down. She just kept getting smaller and louder with that Siamese yowl of hers. But, she has left us with many precious memories: the sound of her running back and forth upstairs, chasing after nothing; the wonderful back flips she could do if you ran a string over her head; and the unconditional love that she gave us all. She was one very special cat.
This is my cat, Samantha. She was a lilac point Siamese that was given to us by our neighbors, who found her abandoned at a campsite near the Canadian border. From day one she decided she was my cat, or should I say she decided I was her human. Her preferred sleeping place was on the pillow next to my head. However, she had just as much love for her place in front of the fireplace. She would curl up on her carpeted box and snooze in front of the warm fire. Gradually, she would get so relaxed that her head would hang over the edge of the box, as can be seen in one of the pictures posted here. Trust me, that picture doesn't begin to show how low her head would hang!
Sammie, as we called her, ruled the roost both indoors and out… we all sort of knew that our only purpose was to be there to make her life comfortable. She knew where home was and we only lost her once, when she somehow got into a neighbor's attic and was stuck up there for a few days. She was also a great hunter. I remember one time she caught a field mouse… and I watched her outside on our patio batting that poor thing back and forth like a soccer ball. I think she eventually let that one go, but there were other mice and birds that weren't so lucky… and we weren't so lucky when she decided that they would make good presents for us.
Sammie lived a long life… she was approximately 19 when we had to put her down. She just kept getting smaller and louder with that Siamese yowl of hers. But, she has left us with many precious memories: the sound of her running back and forth upstairs, chasing after nothing; the wonderful back flips she could do if you ran a string over her head; and the unconditional love that she gave us all. She was one very special cat.
Sammie, as we called her, ruled the roost both indoors and out… we all sort of knew that our only purpose was to be there to make her life comfortable. She knew where home was and we only lost her once, when she somehow got into a neighbor's attic and was stuck up there for a few days. She was also a great hunter. I remember one time she caught a field mouse… and I watched her outside on our patio batting that poor thing back and forth like a soccer ball. I think she eventually let that one go, but there were other mice and birds that weren't so lucky… and we weren't so lucky when she decided that they would make good presents for us.
Sammie lived a long life… she was approximately 19 when we had to put her down. She just kept getting smaller and louder with that Siamese yowl of hers. But, she has left us with many precious memories: the sound of her running back and forth upstairs, chasing after nothing; the wonderful back flips she could do if you ran a string over her head; and the unconditional love that she gave us all. She was one very special cat.
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