I knew from the minute I layed eyes on Samson that we would be lifelong soul companions. He eats everything, is overweight, overbearing, but you can't help but always invite him in. I saw our similarities instantly. Samson is one of those cats that you can hardly call a member of the feline species. From his jingle bell collar, to his many food based cat toys, Samson is just about as suave and cat-like as Hello Kitty. For starters, this house is anything but "Hi-Tech." The computer is roughly the size of a voltswagon bug, and I'm sure its only use is for a rousing game of pong! However, in the kitchen lives a small water filtered fountain system to make sure that Sammy's water is always cold, purified and refreshing. I looked in envy as I poured myself a glass on tap in the middle of the night, "I mean who would know if I just slipped my cup under th....oh dear lord what am I thinking?" Luckily Samson is so friendly that I have been able to overlook my jealousy of his fountain of refreshment. After unpacking last night Samson found himself entering my room about every few minutes, and his pattern continued throughout the night. I checked with the landlady to make sure that Sammy's interest in my room would not agitate her. Although she assured me that Samson is free to travel wherever he pleases within the house, I knew she felt disdain for our newly founded friendship. I discovered that Samson and I share the same tastes in food. I noticed while snacking that he was growing a liking to my garlic bagle and la croix sparkling water (I live on the corner of Class and Taste). Once Landlady and I both retired to our rooms for the night I heard a small bell ringing along with a door creek. I knew Samson had chosen my bed for the night, and somehow I felt such a sense of relief. I was number 1. I was the A Squad. As I cuddled in with the Samson (Whose eyes glow in the dark which freaked the crap out of me) I heard a small shrill voice from the other room, "SAMSONNNN!!! Come to Mommy you naughty cat!" The jig was up, and I was on the receiving end. I quickly threw Sammy out of the room to dodge being turned into a porcelain angel. I had to lay in bed the rest of the night listening to his siren call from behind the closed door. Although Samson has not mentioned anything today, I know he is just being passive aggresive, and our relationship will never be the same.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Son of Sam. . .Son
I knew from the minute I layed eyes on Samson that we would be lifelong soul companions. He eats everything, is overweight, overbearing, but you can't help but always invite him in. I saw our similarities instantly. Samson is one of those cats that you can hardly call a member of the feline species. From his jingle bell collar, to his many food based cat toys, Samson is just about as suave and cat-like as Hello Kitty. For starters, this house is anything but "Hi-Tech." The computer is roughly the size of a voltswagon bug, and I'm sure its only use is for a rousing game of pong! However, in the kitchen lives a small water filtered fountain system to make sure that Sammy's water is always cold, purified and refreshing. I looked in envy as I poured myself a glass on tap in the middle of the night, "I mean who would know if I just slipped my cup under th....oh dear lord what am I thinking?" Luckily Samson is so friendly that I have been able to overlook my jealousy of his fountain of refreshment. After unpacking last night Samson found himself entering my room about every few minutes, and his pattern continued throughout the night. I checked with the landlady to make sure that Sammy's interest in my room would not agitate her. Although she assured me that Samson is free to travel wherever he pleases within the house, I knew she felt disdain for our newly founded friendship. I discovered that Samson and I share the same tastes in food. I noticed while snacking that he was growing a liking to my garlic bagle and la croix sparkling water (I live on the corner of Class and Taste). Once Landlady and I both retired to our rooms for the night I heard a small bell ringing along with a door creek. I knew Samson had chosen my bed for the night, and somehow I felt such a sense of relief. I was number 1. I was the A Squad. As I cuddled in with the Samson (Whose eyes glow in the dark which freaked the crap out of me) I heard a small shrill voice from the other room, "SAMSONNNN!!! Come to Mommy you naughty cat!" The jig was up, and I was on the receiving end. I quickly threw Sammy out of the room to dodge being turned into a porcelain angel. I had to lay in bed the rest of the night listening to his siren call from behind the closed door. Although Samson has not mentioned anything today, I know he is just being passive aggresive, and our relationship will never be the same.
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Mimi is going to start to get jealous.
ReplyDeleteYou may have a few problems upstairs, Bryce. <3
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