Monday, November 29, 2010
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
~Eleanor Farjeon (1881 - 1965)
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Monday, June 14, 2010
~Sam the Frustrated
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Friday, May 21, 2010
-Had a visit from my evil, mean, gorgeously pretty cousin (I think cousin, right?) cat, Ashley, who was in heat and wanted to kill everyone
-Got covered in blue chalk (which made me blue for about a week!)
-And stayed home while my humans went on a long trip!
I'll fill you in with more details, but right now, I'm working on other projects, such as some COMICS! It will be very fun and I will try my best to stay on track.
~Keep Purring, Sam
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Alright, now, I have to tag 5 blogging friends to play this game, so...
1. Tristan and Crikey!
2. Anya and Kareltje!
3. Amy and the house of cats!
4. Zippie, Sadie, and Speedy!
5. Hot MBC!
...and... (yes I know, I'm bending the rules)
Tag! You're it! Play with me!
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
What's the rule of this award? Simple! Pass it on to five or more blogging friends telling them, "you've been pinched"!
I'm inviting all of my members to take this badge! You've all been pinched! *OW!*
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Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Wish I had my camera right now! Man!
Okay, I wish you could see this, but Sam's asleep on my beanbag chair right now, and seriously, I think he's dreaming about eating steak or something. He started smacking his lips, like, twenty times repeatedly IN HIS SLEEP!!!!! Absolutely SO funny, wish I could have captured that on video.... Uh-oh! He's waking up!! Gotta go! Bye!
...In totally unrelated news, my human wants me to ask you a question (which I regret to say, is about dogs). My human is in love with a breed of dogs called Pembroke Welsh Corgis. Why not just stay with cats, I ask her. But she loves those dogs. I know - she's crazy! Anyways, she saw some at the petstore today (*shudders* horrible place!) and fell in love all over again! She got to pet and hold three tri-color pups not even a month old! (She smiles and I grimace >:P) She was very happy. She has been studying them for years, and knows ALL about the breed. She was wondering if any of you knew anything about corgis, or if you had any and had some advice for her, because she wants to get one. >:( Bleck! Her (well, the other humans') problem is the shedding. Any advice there? She thanks you heartily. She wants to get a corgi pup so she can create her own blog and blog about him (heaven knows why!) so she can get off my blog and stop talking about STUPID DOGS! What's the theme here? Cats! Not dogs!
~Sammy's Crazy Corgi-lovin' Human-Editor
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Step into my magic portal with me and enter the world of senses!
Here, even cats can see all colors, and dogs can, as well!
Are you ready? Here we go...!
Okay, so, here are the rules of this award: To accept this award you MUST pass it on to 12 other recipents and post their blog links along with the award, if they have brought =SUNSHINE= to you! :)
Okay, since I'm new, I can't exactly do twelve, but I'll do as many as I can.
1. Anya and Kareltje! My farthest-away friend! (That I know of) You speak a different language than me! Way to go!
2. Tristan and Crikey! For welcoming me into the blogging world with open arms!
3. Jan Mader! You are a fellow writing friend with a love for animals, too! Way to go!
4. Kasmid! Go Kasmid, you awesome Australian! Hey, that's where the Newsboys are from!
5. Jacqueline! You fantastic feline fanatic! Thanks for joining!
...And these are just a few! All of my members are able to take this award and post it on their blog! Keep passing the sunshine! ;)
Saturday, February 27, 2010
(Also, if you do not wish to participate, or cannot for some reason, just please tell me. Thank you.)
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
...As for the cars - millions and millions of 'em. We were gonna hafta hitchhike on one of them. Hitching a ride was not easy, I knew. That's when a devious plan formed in my mind; I would need Gabby's help for this one. "Gabby," I proclaimed, turning to her and smiling, "I'm going to need a little favor, please."
Gabby eyed me. "What is it?"
She leaned close and I whispered to her my perfect plan.
"No! Absolutely not!"
"But why not? You'll be fine! It's not like you'll be hit or anything..."
Grumbling to her self a manner of things which should not be said, she slowly climbed the tiny hill. Then, with a flap of her wings she flew into the air and towards a big blue car. She zoomed quickly, beak-first, into the windowshield. The driver screeched to a halt and Gabby hit the asphalt, feighning death. The startled woman threw open the car door and rushed over to her. She was shaking and trembling unimaginably, as she cautiously made her way towards the crow.
I, of course, with my quick thinking, seized the moment and dashed through the open car door and into the backseat, gratefully uninhabited by children. Unfortunately, there was no Emma there, but that was to be expected. Still, one could be hopeful...
Gabby, though from my angle I could not see her, had already flown away, startling the woman even more, and was to follow us until we reached our destination - or at least as close as we were going to get. Then the rest of my plan would unfold.
The woman stumbled back into the car, shakily again, and brushed her blond hair back from her face. She started taking deep breaths. By now, from the back seat, I could see that other cars were swerving around her. It took her a few moments before she began driving again. I smiled triumphantly and sat in my sentry position; I was on my way to Teek's home. I might as well enjoy the ride.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Friday, February 19, 2010
But he's playing it safe... I don't know about this. We'll just have to see what our judges say.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Poo. (Pouty face) Stupid humans just don't get it. *sighs*
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Deciding that the best thing to do at the moment was to alert every animal with either super-sensitive smell, hyper-hearing, or a bird's-eye-view of the city, I went from door to door - and doghouse to doghouse - alerting every pet I knew of. Every bird that we passed as we meandered down sidewalks I called to and shared with them the dilemma. Every horse, every cow (yes, I live in a very strange neighborhood), even squirrels that scurried through trees were recipents of the news.
Passing a dog walking a human, I stopped, not minding racial differences, to talk to the dog. The dog, who was actually quite mannerful for a mutt, stopped and kindly smiled at me. "Yes, what can I do you for, cat?"
I partially noticed a bewildered look from the human at the sight of a cat, a crow and a dog all having a friendly chat together as I spoke. "I have important news that I must get to everyone. A human-child has been kidnapped by a big, evil human with a scary-looking dog, such as yourself. Except that you are not exactly scary-looking, Sir. You are actually quite friendly," I added, trying to be courteous.
This nice dog (never thought there would be one!) was appalled and got up, baring his teeth. "What?! How terrible! Don't worry, Mr. Cat - I will alert every dog I see while you get on the case!"
I was quite pleased at how well this dog understood the matter - and how quickly, too. "Yes, thank you very much! My friend and I must find her before it is too late. Thank you again, um...." I struggled to find the name. I looked on the collar. "Mr. Tanner. Thank you very, very much."
His tail wagged, "You are very welcome, Sir. And might I ask your name?"
"Samson," I replied, grinning. "The name is Samson. But I must be off! Come on, Gabby - we have a girl to find!" I raced off down the sidewalk, Gabby half-scurring, half-flapping after me, and Tanner pulling his human quickly in the opposite direction.
"Where to now, Sammy?" Gabby inquired.
"A Taxi," I said, racing through the small intersection. "We must go to Empress Teek!"
Monday, February 8, 2010
Sunday, February 7, 2010
...And Harley in the other...
The wrestling is getting off to a heated start!
"You're going down, Sammy! We all know who's the alpha male, here!""Ha! Yeah, and it's not you!"
(Editor note: Toms...)
Wow, ladies and gents - this is one tough fight! I think these cats have met their match!
And - wait - what? ...It would seem as the contestants are abandoning the fight!
...Well, ladies and gentlecats, I guess we'll just have to wait for another match of Sumo Sunday cats to watch these tomcats fight again. Tune in next time!
Friday, February 5, 2010
Hooray!!! Only three more members until our contest can begin!! ...Okay, I'm just too excited to wait to tell you!! The contest will work like this; once I have fifteen members, you each can send in a photo of one of your animal companions (or just you, if you are an animal) - which I still have to figure out how that will work - and I will randomly pick one of the pictures to illustrate! Maybe this will get more people coming! But I do hope people (or cats... or gerbils...) aren't just joining for the contest. I hope they're joining cuz they like my blogging. Either way, I'm psycho excited!
P.S: I think after this blogging session I'll go back to sleeping on my human's windowsill. :)
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
"At least it can't get any worse."
"Something weird is going on..."
"I have a bad feeling about this."
"Aw, man - battery's dead!"
"It's quiet...TOO quiet!"
....And things you DO say when in a movie....
Saturday, January 30, 2010
I just meowed at the garage door a lot, then my big-tom-cat-human (he is the alpha-male of the humans) let me in the house. He pet me and filled up my food, but I didn't really want this; I still had work to do! So I went up to my queen-human's door and meowed and meowed, but nothing happened. So I went to my human-kit's room, but nothing happened. The nerve! Finally, my human-editor let me into her domain after a bunch of meowing. She told me I was wet, and pet me, and then she told me to go out again and stuff.
The story is longer, but in the end, everybody wakes up. Haha. The end!
Friday, January 29, 2010
~Sammy the "Shedder"
Monday, January 25, 2010
Jan of www.jansfunnyfarm.blogspot.com has lost her 11-year old tom, Crystal. Love and purrairs appreciated, we say goodbye. Comments are appreciated.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Well, my human has now started giving me new food, mixing it in with the old stuff. At first I was all like, "What? How could you mess with perfection?! This is terrible!", but then I got hungry... So I tried it. And you know what? Not that bad actually.
So I gues what I'm trying to say is, try something before you decide if you like it or not. Okay? 'Kay. Thanks.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Finding nothing there, though, I decided to go straight to the source. Gabby the crow, who was residence to a large tree just right outside of the neigborhood, down the sidewalk, was the most talkative, gossiping crow there was. She usually hung out on top of roofs where no one could see her most of the time, so she could listen in on conversations.
Gabby just happened to be on top of my roof, so I beckoned for her to come down. She started preening her feathers, obviously waiting for me to talk first -- unusual.
"Gabby, I need your help," I came right out.
She looked at me, "My help, Sammy? Whatever for?" She cawed laughingly.
"Emma -- that man that took her away. Who was he and where did he go?" I needed her help and she was certainly not helping.
She preened some more. "I don't know, Samson.... You seem pretty desperate for this information. I think I might need payment... Some food from your humans, perhaps?"
I growled and took a step closer to her, "I'm in no mood for games, now tell me where he went before I eat you myself!"
Gabby's happiness quickly faded and, a bit frightened and noticing that she was in an awkard situation, she mumbled something to herself. Finally, she decided that she would get no bargain from me. "Fine, then," she said. "I don't care for your stupid humans -- just the garbage and gossip that comes with them. But if you really want to know, fine -- I'll do if for you, Samson."
I could tell she was about to go into another elaborate speech, so I rolled my eyes, "Cut to the chase, already," I said, growing impatient. "This is serious buisness."
"Right," she said. "Well, word on the street is that man has been capturing a few human-chicks, and is planning to sell them for what humans call money. Worthless stuff, really..."
My eyes widened, "Sell them? Like, at a pet store or something?!"
"Guess so," she cawed. "Well, anyway, his name is Jim Coal, and he's working for a group of humans that capture human-chicks and sell them to other humans. Last I saw he went North up thataway," she pointed with her wing, "and he's probably headed to his hideout."
I was already formulating a plan in my head, "Thanks, Gabby."
"No problem," she cawed, but I could see she was a bit irritated that she got nothing out of this.
I thought a moment. "Tell you what," I said, "if you help me out with this whole thing, I might be able to get you a nice piece of bread or something from my humans after all."
Gabby immediately brightened up. "Sure, Sammy-O! Whatever you say! I'll get that human back in no time! Now, what do I need to do? And, say, do you think your humans have white-bread with maybe a little peanut butter on it...?"
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
"Good kitty," she pet me. I shrugged it off, too hungry to care about her baby talk. After I had eaten my fill, the door opened and I decided a quick walk around the neighborhood wouldn't hurt. Out my cat door and into the big world I went. It was early autumn, and the chill and breeze and fresh scent of cinnammon and pumpkin filled the air and ruffled my fur.
Padding up and down the sidewalks, I enjoyed the quiet afternoon and the birds twittering from their treetops. It was very serene and calming, and I almost felt like a nap on a sun-warmed stone.
Suddenly, I heard a worried and desperate cry. Running, jumping and dashing over grassy yards and beauty-bark, I found the owner of the mournful yowls.
It was Java the cat, looking shaky and upsetted. Like the gentlemen I was, I came up to her and said, "What seems to be the problem, Ma'am?"
Unseemingly rude, the light of hope faded in her eyes. "Oh, it's only you, Sammy. Where's Harley? I need the Alpha right away!"
I frowned, "Excuse me, but, um, I'm here. Hero Extrordinaire? You don't need Harley, silly." I sniffed around, "Now, what happened?"
Java, still a little disturbed (heaven knows why), started telling her story. "Well," she said, "I suppose it wouldn't hurt..." She started bursting into tears, "Oh, Sammy, my human! My little-girl human! You know -- Emma? This strange-smelling black human and his big evil dog took her away in their big-car! She was just out playing on her bike when all of the sudden the big-car pulled up and the man got out and took her away!!" She sobbed again, very disturbed.
I had to admit myself, I was very surprised and upset. Little Emma may not have been very good at handling cats, but she was nice and small and virtually harmless! And the mention of a big dog heightened my suspicions even more.
"Don't worry, Java -- Samson is on the case!"
Monday, January 18, 2010
....Well, maybe it's not so bad. It's a bit irritating, but my human seems pretty happy... And, hey - she joined my blog, so maybe it's not so bad.
By the way, she's started her own blog (inspiration from whom, I might ask), and I've joined it. She's knew to the whole thing, so I may be helping her out if she needs it. The link is:
....I think www.sam-wow.blogspot.com is just a bit catchier...
Sunday, January 17, 2010
So, invite your friends and get them to join! Any one of you might have the chance to win an illustration of them or their animal companion! (Pet is so degrading...)
Get to inviting!
Saturday, January 16, 2010
A bunch of other female humans about her age all crowded into the house for nearly the WHOLE DAY for her birthday party. Sheesh! Talk about CROWDED!
I was really confused for most of it and a little stressed myself, because of all the people I didn't know, and all the noise, and new smells... You can understand.
~Goin' To Sleep
Thursday, January 14, 2010
My human read this book lately and highly reccomended it to me. Reluctant - for I knew the tastes of my human and I were different by far - I started to read the book. As my paws flipped the pages, I couldn't stop! I knew I had found a good book by just the first chapter, and I was excited to finish it and see how it ended! When I finally did finish, though, I felt dissappointed. Why? Because I had finished it! It was so good! Here are the things about it I liked:
1. Quirky characters that I couldn't help but root for, and evil people I couldn't help but feel like I wanted to strangle!
2. An exciting and ingenious plot that was very unique and intriguing.
3. Even though it had no cats, it did have a fair amount of animals.
4. I just really enjoyed it. End of story.
So, what are you waiting for? Go read it!!
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
-the green beanbag chair in my human-editor's bedroom.
-the grean chairs with towels on them (put on especially for me) that are my thrones.
-my human-editor's bed - either bunk will do, but I prefer the one with a view ;)
-the camping chair out in the garage.
-the carpet, in a patch of warm sunshine.
Hope all your naps are good ones!
Every housecat, when just a young kitten, must memorize and recite this solemn oath, aptly named, "The Kitten's Creed". Here I will recite it:
"I promise to...
Meow loudly at night to make sure you stay awake in case burglars come...
Scratch only the nicest furniture - my claws deserve the best...
Go to the bathroom behind the couch where you don't have to worry about it...
Practice my climbing skills on the draperies, just in case I need to know how...
Lap my milk sloppily - the fun way...
Have the most fun possible, doing whatever is the most fun...
Shed my fur all over, so you know that I am always there...
Play with my food...
Help staple your important papers with my teeth...
Hiss at every dog, vaccum cleaner, and toddler that may harm me...
Wake you up early to feed me...
...Comfort you when you are sad...
...Snuggle with you in bed...
...Protect you the best I can...
...Love you till the day I die...and after..."
So, if you ever bring home a new kitten, and they are meowing the whole way in their crate in the back of the car, just know that they are loudly reciting this over and over again, just to let you know that they will stay true to this honorable creed.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Catnip. It's a cat's drug. You get on it once, and from then on, whenever it's available, you can't stop nipping. I take it in small doces - it's like a good beer; you can have a little, but not too much. Oh, remember - don't nip and prowl!
But I have two very *strange* addictions - I don't think they're that bad, but my humans think otherwise. You can decide for yourself.
1. Lasers. Once I see that beautiful, haunting bright red dot, zipping around, I cannot help but chase it. It's like I'm in a trance - I'll follow it anywhere -- maybe even off a cliff. Fortunately, we don't live near any cliffs, and dogs can't hold lasers.
2. String. I eat it. In fact, I eat paper, toilet paper (I have already explained this), string, and yarn. Oh, so good! I love the way it slides down my throat! ...But there are a few side-affects to this addiction, like nipping; throwing up. I always throw up after eating these things. I suppose they aren't the best for me, but I can't help myself! Just today, I saw a short, red piece of yarn on my human's floor, and I quickly yapped it up before my human could stop me. I have no regrets, though.
Ah, well. For my own personal NaBloPoMo, or whatever it is called, I'll be making lots of posts, so if the posts are kind of boring, don't blame me! I have nothing to talk about! It's a cat's life...
Monday, January 11, 2010
Well, right now, it's all rainy and gloomy. This morning, my human came downstairs and let me in early because of the rain. She fed me and pet me, and helped me dry off. But rain means no birds, and very little mice. But at least I'll get to be inside and blog.
Why do humans eat such weird things? I mean - cereal? Waffles? Pancakes? Puh-lease! Wouldn't a good mouse do? Or bacon! Oh.... bacon... such goodness!
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Hope your Sunday is as wonderful as mine!
(PS: My humans say they are going off to visit someone with a dog who is about to have puppies. Traitors, I say! What's so interesting about puppies?)
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Friday, January 8, 2010
1. Harley. The cat next door. His full name is Harley Davidson, like, the motorcycle. He think's he's all that with his cool collar, and his "natural tattoos" as my human calls them. See, she thinks he's all adorable because he has this heart on his head because he's a grey tabby, so he has black markings, and he has a black heart "tattooed" on his head. He's really plump. He is. And he is not manly -- why does he think he's alpha male? He has this really little, tiny kitten meow. So degrading. I have a nice, low, male voice, and still he thinks he can beat me. But he gets lucky in our fights. Too lucky. I wonder if he got some sort of rabbit's foot or something...?
2. Vaccums. Every pet's problem. They suck at you and are so loud! I don't care if it makes the darn floor clean - it's gonna suck the fur right offa me, someday - I swear! So loud, I can't even hear myself think. Whenever it turns on it scares me half to death!
3. Teek. My cousin. We've been watching her for about a week now, and I'm fed up with her always following me around, wanting to play, and stealing my spot on the chair. Ugh.
Problems, problems problems. Well, at least Teek will be gone soon. Now I just have to figure out a way to make Harley disappear...
Also, I was rescued from an Animal Shelter, after being found on my own out in Western Washington sub-urb wilderness. I'd talk about my past...but I can't. Now I live in a warm, loving home (stocked with food, I might add), and I'm very happy here. There's a nice big field in the back, where I often go on my manly *puffs out chest* hunting trips! Usually it's there I catch my big ones.
I'm also around two years old, (who has time to keep track of these things?), and I love to play, and also sleep in my human's bed.
I'm an American Shorthair - white with large splotches of black/grey tabby. I have a light-pink nose, with one big marking of cranberry pink (my human says it's "adorable"), and my left ear has a pinkish splotch. My eyes are a shining emerald green - kind of like my blog - and my paw-pads are all-adored by most humans -- the coolest pads where some are pink, some are black, and some are both! I'll post a pic sometime!
I'm a sweetheart (remember that, ladies), who'll come up and snuggle you in bed, and lick your chin and nose when you're not looking. I'm very talkative - either when I'm being picked up, when I want in or out, when I want food, or just for friendly conversation.
Well, that's just about it. Except for the fact that I am in almost constant battle with the cat next door, who thinks just because he was here first, that he should be alpha male, I am the cutest, sweetest, coolest cat around. Check me out!
So, welcome to my blog! And feel free to come along for the ride! (Though I hope it's no trip to the vet's...) Everyone is welcome -- except dogs... Well, my human and writer says that's okay, too, but only as long as they like cats. Of course, who wouldn't like me? Heheh.
~Sam-Wow (Put'cha Paws Up!)