On July 9th (last Wednesday) my mother woke me up with, “Come here, I want to show you something.” There were four kittens on our porch, along with their mother. The mother heard us and ran off, leaving her kittens behind. Mom and I went outside to collect them, but they scattered in different directions. We caught one, but decided to let it go, just in case the mother came back to get her children. A while later, I saw a leaf move from beneath the stairs. I went outside to find this guy. Man was he feisty. He put up a fight, scratched my hand, and yelled at the top of his lungs. Mama Cat was nowhere to be found, none of them were. We heard thunder in the distance, and I was on my way to work. We didn’t want him to be left alone, in the rain. So, Mom brought him in and put him in the downstairs spare bedroom. We decided that, if Mama Cat ever came back, we’d let him go. She didn’t come back.
It’s been a week, and he has taken to us very well. He’s very playful, very curious, and very cute. He sleeps behind the bookcase in our room, and he loves to sit on the table between our beds and watch the bugs. He even loves to follow ants.
I bet you’re wondering how Sam gets along with Shasta. Well, I think the better question is, how does Shasta get along with Sam?
Shasta is a very good cat. We weren’t expecting to introduce them so fast, but Shasta came into the room with us, so at least it was supervised. He didn’t know what to think of Sam. He basically just kept going in and out of the room, trying to figure out what to do. What is this thing? But now, Shasta runs after him and wrestles with him, but never hard enough to make Sam cry. At first, Sam just kind of laid down and let Shasta carry him through the house, but now, Sam throws a few punches here and there. He’s starting to be able to hold his own.
By the way, we named him Sam because everyone in this house has an “S” name. We couldn’t leave him out. But, Mom did have a great idea about naming our next cat Dean.
Welcome home, Sam!