Favorite Food: Nature's Variety Chicken. I feed them two cans a day!
Skills: Sam-E can talk. Louie Bear loves to cuddle. Both of them enjoy wrestling.
Arrival Story: My dear friend and world-famous cat Gizmo died of cancer, after a long fight, on August 30 2013 after we had been together for seven and a half eventful years. Her best memorial, I felt, would be to adopt another member of her species. I was looking at some adult cats on the 31st in the local shelter, and Sam-E was waving and chirping at me from his cage...or so a friend averred. "That orange tabby has been waving at you since you walked into the room" "He's too young," I said (Sam-E was only 14 months old and I wanted an older cat.) I'd actually walked through that room twice, and Sam-E was waving and chirping both times. "All right, bring him in," I said. Sam-E not only answered to his name when I called him in the viewing room, he flopped right over when I asked him if he wanted a tummy rub! Since it took a week to get the paperwork done and pick him up, I decided during that time to get him a playmate--another adult cat. I found two likely older cats, but while they liked me, they did not like Sam-E. On the day we came to get the one cat, the same friend said, "That kitten over there is making a lot of noise." "I don't WANT a kitten! They are too much work...okay, he's big, bring him in the back room." Louie (originally named Thunder) stuck to me like Velcro and purred like a motorboat. "All right, put him in the carrier, I'll take him," I said. And the boys have been with me ever since. (Note: They loved each other from the first; as soon as they were out of the carriers, they were the best of friends.
Bio: Sam-E came from a high kill shelter in Hamilton, Ontario. The Oakville shelter rescued him first, because (I suppose) of his wonderful personality. Louie Bear (the lighter colored cat) was born under a loading dock in Oakville, Ontario on May 3, 2013. His four siblings and his mother were adopted before he was. Louie is, it seems, also part Maine Coon Cat...he is the same size as Sam-E!
I had a special reason to give thanks this year. Although I had the bitterness of losing my dear feline friend Gizmo at the end of the summer, there were two delightful boys in need of a home waiting for me just afterward and..we all met up, thanks to the rudeness of another shelter's staff.
I originally went to the shelter in my home town, and was treated like a criminal since I hadn't, apparently, waited long enough after Gizmo's death to get another pet. Now, Gizmo was dying of cancer for months, and I'd received a terminal diagnosis a week before she was finally put out of her pain. I had planned to get another cat as soon as possible because of my job, which was very demanding. I had a week's time to get acquainted with the new pets. The very snotty woman at the shelter made up her own 'rules' about how you can't adopt a cat less than a week after your old pet has died (I suppose this was in case Gizmo decided to come back?) So I sadly had to say goodbye to LouLou, a very pretty female cat who wanted to go home with me. I went to the shelter in the next town and...there was Sam-E waiting for me! Louie was added literally at the last moment a week later, since Sam-E needed a friend, and Louie wanted to come home with me too.
The treatment at the second shelter was literally the opposite of the first. This one had the cats' welfare, not the egos of their staff, as their first priority.
So here we are, about a month after the two little cats came home with me...
The boys are very well behaved, and this is particularly impressive since I work long hours and have to leave them in the apartment for most of the day on weekdays. Sam-E is only 14 months old and Louie is just five months old; yet they have, so far, not gotten into the least bit of trouble. Sam-E keeps a watchful eye on his brother! They are completely trustworthy in the living room and kitchen but I don't let them in the computer room.
The two cats are not related, but they acted as if they had known each other for their entire lives as soon as I let them out of the cat carriers.