Old Sam, or I hate cats

[etat]

Had me a good dog one time.  His name was Midnight and he was a Louisiana Calahula, weird eyes and looked like he'd eat you alive.  Best dog I ever had with kids.  He wasn't exactly pure blooded as he was big for the breed.  He'd let the kids ride him until he got tired of it and then he'd let em chase em, keeping just out of reach.  Well, one day somebody dropped off a baby cat and it wondered up in the yard.  First time I seen it Midnight wuz totin it around in his mouth and keepin it close so he could play with it.  I promise you, I wouldn't have given two cents that that cat wuz gonna make it.  But next thing I knew, that cat and dog got to be pretty good buds.  The kids named it Samantha.  One day I picked her up and kindly informed that if we didn't change that cats name it might develop some kind of weird complex.  So, Samantha became SAM.  Now this cat, every time you opened the door it'd come in the house.  Every time it came in the house I'd run it out.  Most times I'd just catch it with my foot and pitch it out.  Never seemed to hurt the cat.  This went on for over a year.  Well late one evening when everybody else was gone I decided to take me a nap in the old recliner.  After awhile something just didn't feel right.  Opened one eye, and there's that dang cat, asleep on the footstool between my feet.  About that time it looked at me with one eye, yawned and just laid there.  "CAT" says I, (that's what I always called it , just CAT), "You're the only animal I've ever seen that was as ornery as me.  You win" and we went back to sleep.  Not long after the wife came home and when she seen that cat and me asleep she slipped over to put it out the door.  I woke up and kindly informed her to leave MY cat alone, he could come in the house any time he durn well pleased.  Old Sam stayed with us for a long long time.  And after he was gone you can bet I durn sure found a replacement.  Well, really two replacements.  AND, they're not only welcome to come and go as they please, they're also welcome in our house!!!!!!

[woodmills1]

Sounds familiar, I was never a cat person till Kath talked me into getting one of the neighbors kittens for her.  Had the thing in my shirt pocket it was so small, but it was still trying to get the moths flying around the outside light on the way through the door the first night.  He would hide on us and peep to let you know where he was.  Mr. Peepers sure took care of the mice that came in around the stove.  Then we got the grey one that would always stay away from me untill I made some improvements with the bulldozer and It would come over and give me this approoving look, rub and purr.

But nothing tops the clutsy coon cat zippy the pin head, an earned title!  

They just seem to have enough personality to worm their way into your heart. :D

[Jeff]

I don't think I had smiled yet today. thanks scktate.

[Frank_Pender]

CK if that happened around this household my wife would be calling for a caretatker to take me to a center for long term examination.  :D I too enjoyed the story.  Thanks for sharing. 8)