I feel so violated!!!

This is so embarrasing. I have never felt so violated, cheap, and belittled in my life. It's so hard for me to tell you about this situation. It was witnessed by my Mom and then she told everyone about it! She thought it was funny, but I kid you not, it is so NOT! I was just minding my own business 2 days ago. I was in the box, copping a squat, doing my thing. I was very focused, for the business of potty is a very serious one. You remember me telling you about my introduction to my stinky female cousins, right? Remember Foosa? (the tiny hellian on four paws?) She's the worst of the worst. She doesn't like us and she doesn't hide it! Ok, back to the scenario at hand. Picture it once more...I'm doing my business, head sticking out of the box, eyes squinted in direct concentration. Then out of the corner of my eye I see a paw come shooting out from the side of the litter box cover... Pop, Pop, POP! She swats me three times right between the eyes. I was mid----you know??? I couldn't stop to contend with this tactless....child!!! So, I just pulled my head in and took the beating. Mom was standing right there! Oh, the humiliation... she watched this oversized GUINEA PIG get the best of me. What a cheap shot! Grrr.... I shall exact my revenge... just waiting for the right time. Thanks for your support, although I know when I turn my back you shall be laughing.

Purrs, Sampson

I have been a very bad boy.....

Ok, this is difficult for me to say. And I don't want all you Catsters to lose respect for me just because I acted out a little bit. First of all, let me explain my reasons. There are many. Ok, here it goes.............. I peed. Yes, I am seven years old and I should be past this stage, but there is something wrong. My Mommy and Daddy are evidently in a tough spot right now, and I understand that. They had to move out of our previous home and can't move into the new one until the middle of April, around Mommy's birthday. Happy B-Day Mommy! So, we've had to move in with her sister, who was my Mommy once, too when they lived together. She has three cats: Bisco, Duchess, and Foosa. I don't like them much, but I generally just ignore them. The problem is, everything smells like them! Yuck! So, what does any cat do to reclaim a little dignity in a place... we pee on things. So, I peed on the cat bed in the floor, the other cat bed in the floor, and Auntie Erin's kitchen stool... Mommy, Daddy, and Auntie Erin were not happy about it. They lock me in the bedroom at night with Mommy so that I am not running all over the apartment peeing on things. Then Mommy gets mad, because I wake her up an hour before she has to go to work by meowing at her and walking all over her. I think she understands that I just want a place that's mine. I've always had that and I want it again. Those girls aren't nice to me and my bubby, Teddy. But they're just silly girls, we aren't afraid of them. Wish me luck making it through the next 17 days! Purrs, Kits...
Sampson

Daddy found a beer named after ME!!

Well, ok, maybe it wasn't named after me, specifically, but he still thought it was funny. It was called Sammy Claus, or Sammy Clause or something like that. What's great is during Christmas Mommy sings: "Here comes Sammy Claws, Here comes Sammy Claws, Riding down Sammy Claws lane!!! Food in his belly, bowl full of jelly...." etc. etc. etc. Actually, it kind of irritates me, because she does it ALL the time!!!! Of course, I do think it's funny that Daddy drank a BEER named after me... Ha ha ha... Sammy Claws.... or Claus or Clause or whatever. It's Austrian. So, whenever you drink one of those, think of me fondly. Not a whole lot to say today. Life is good. Have a great day, Catsters!!

Love,
Sammy

Catster Day 2- It's all good!

Wow! I just love how many friends I've made. Thanks, everyone, for all the treats you've left me and all the great messages. You made my day yesterday! Yesterday was just a good day all around. First I laid on the bed with my bubby, Teddy, while Mommy and Daddy watched those stupid TV shows they always watch. And then Daddy took a nap before work. He didn't get much sleep during the day. He said it was far too pretty out there to be sleeping even though he was supposed to be. I don't know why. I can sleep any time, anywhere, and for any reason! Dad's not as tough as me, though. While he was napping Mommy and I watched a movie together. I don't think she liked it much, though. She would watch a little bit of it and then fast forward through other parts. She just sat there with a dumb look on her face and was really glad when it was over. I didn't like it, either. You know there wasn't a cat in the whole movie... just a bunch of silly looking tiny dogs with weird hair-do's.
You know what, I'm getting a little worried. I think Mommy and Daddy are getting serious about this whole "diet" thing... I sat there waiting and waiting and crying and Mommy still wouldn't feed me. I was wasting away last night. I even used my pouty eyes (which ALWAYS seems to work on Mommy) but nothing worked! I just don't know what to do now. Teddy and I stood right at her feet and stared at her... deep longing written in our eyes...nothing. Well, maybe I'm being a bit dramatic. She finally did feed us, but the time in between was MISERY! Maybe she thought I got too many treats on Catster yesterday! Oh well, wish me luck tonight! Have a great day my new friends!

Love,
Sammy

Welcome to my diary!

Hello, everybody. I am new to this site and very excited that my Mommy helped me put this together. She loves me very much and wants the rest of the world to know it. Shhh... don't tell her if I talk about her and Daddy from time to time... I'll talk about that brother of mine, too. He's a little dense, sometimes, so he'll never know! Well well well...where to start. First of all, what my Mommy says is right. I had kind of a hard time before she found me. I won't go into that, because it still kind of hurts, but I'm happy now. I knew the moment I saw those two ladies come into that smelly place I was being held that I would never suffer again. That is until they put me in that tiny cardboard thing with holes and stuck me in this giant moving thing! All that motion was making me dizzy and I got sick. Mom wasn't happy with me for busting out of that case, but I couldn't take it any longer. It was so much better when I was out. Mom held me in her lap for the rest of the trip and told me it was all ok. Wow! I can't believe that was four years ago! I may be a little battered from my life before my new family, but none of that matters now. Plus, everyone says my scar gives me character. You see that white stuff on my back in my pictures? It makes me different from all the other fat tabbies. And I'm working on that whole weight thing, you know. Mommy says she wants me to be healthy and it's a lot of strain on my short little legs carrying all that weight around. I kind of took offense to that short leg thing... I know my brother is Mr. Tall-guy, everybody's all-American Pretty boy who's never struggled with weight in his life, but you get the gist! He got the looks, I got the brains, that's what I always say. Plus, Mommy thinks I'm beautiful! She wishes I'd move a little more every now and then, but I say moving's overrated... I like playing, but from a stationary sitting position...all I need is that one paw... that'll do. I do like playing with brother, though. We wrestle. That's fun until I've had enough then I have to yell at him and tell him to stop. He just doesn't know when to quit! Well, I've got to get back to my nap. Daddy's sleeping right now, so I'll go lay between his legs! Bye everybody!

Love,
Sammy