Sam and his brother Fred kicked off my journey of independence. I took them in as kittens, but unfortunately didn't include my parents in that decision. It wouldn't have mattered so much if I wasn't living at my parents' house at the time. I was politely informed that I would need to find them - or us - a new home. Well, we did and it's been eight years since they became a permanent part of my four-legged family.
Sam is good-natured about pretty much everything and Remy's presence probably fazed him the least. Sam certainly doesn't like Remy, but since Sam doesn't react to Remy's antics, Remy pretty much leaves him alone. Sam's grateful for that I'm sure.
The best trait about Sam is that he is perfect. Yes, that's right - perfect. And here's why. Of all five cats, Sam could care less about food. This is such a breath of fresh air when I'm dealing with 20 legs circling me the second I walk through the door. Sam's simply waiting to say hello.
Sam truly misses me when I'm gone and is so happy when I've returned. How do I know that? Whenever I return from a trip, he patiently waits to say hello, but the second that I sit down or lay in bed, he wants to snuggle. And he purrs and purrs and it's lovely.
Speaking of snuggling, Sam's a pro. He loves to snuggle perfectly nestled under the covers, with his nose sticking out, curled up in my arms. Love it. Winter's the best time of year for snuggling and although I'm not happy that winter is lingering, it's nice to have Sam join my in bed most evenings.
One of Sam's unique traits is that he hates to be held. The instant you pick him up, he wants to be down. If you see him debating about whether or not he wants to jump on the sofa or bed and you pick him up to place him on that sofa or bed, he immediately jumps off. If you know he wants to come in your lap and you pick him up and put him there, he's gone instantly.
I love my sweet Sam. He's such a gentleman! Can't believe he's eight years old already. Time flies!
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