While helping the girls pick out their clothes in their bedroom this morning, Taylor said she'd be right back and scampered into our bedroom. I thought nothing of it, as she likes to check herself out in the big mirror or go jump on the bed. So I was UTTERLY surprised when she meandered back in to her bedroom carrying a stunned but subdued SAMSON in her arms! She said something akin to, "Here he is, let's pet Samson!" Holy Mackerel, people, this cat will not stay in the same room as Cassidy and Taylor, let alone allow them to pick him up! Cassidy and I were flabbergasted.
He stayed for all of about 2 seconds once she put him down, and then blasted down the stairs in order to prove his true colors (scaredy cat). As we came down later, he gave us the evil eye from under a dining room chair. And then Cassidy wandered over and sat down with him and petted him for a few minutes!
WHERE IS MY CAT? WHO IS THIS FRIENDLY BLACK FUR BALL IMPERSONATING MY PISSY, GRUMPY SAMSON????
Well, that's it for now. Have a good day!
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I love comments! I think their adventures are hilarious.
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