November 13, 2009
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Sam In Love
“There are no ordinary cats.”
-ColletteMy Sam, our big boy-kitty (please see my profile picture) is a character. I’ve had several cats (or, as they see it, they’ve had me) throughout my life: Charlie was my little brother, Nappy was my lover-boy, G.G. was my roommate and confessor, and Jag was our buddy… Sam is my baby… and my puppy.
We adopted Sam when he was three months old (and already huge… he is part Maine Coon). He was a little bit people-shy, but we very quickly realised that he was not dog-shy. When we took him back to the vet (where we adopted him) after a month or two for a routine check-up, we told Dr. Kris about Sam’s dog-like habits of playing fetch, chewing on my slippers, and sort of barking at the neighbours’ dogs, et cetera. Kris laughed and told us: “Well, he was born downstairs in the kennel. We let him wander around pretty freely, since he had such a calming effect on the dogs.”
Sam liked to nap with the dogs in the kennel, and played with the puppies in the little fenced-in yard.
All of this explained a lot. To this day (Sam turned nine years old on July 4, 2009), Sam LOVES a good game of fetch. My slippers are always soggy (even though Sam no longer has teeth). He’s made friends with many of the dogs that live in our complex. During the warmer months, he sits in the window and “talks” to his canine friends when they are out for their walks. He has a weird meow for them that is very similar to a bark.
I guess we shouldn’t have been surprised when Sam fell in love with Sylvia, a mostly-white American Pit-bull. She and her owners lived here for a few months, and then moved to a place up the road. I don’t know who couldn’t fall in love with her; she’s sweet, friendly, very smart, and Sylvia is a beauty queen with her big blue eyes, sweet pink nose and impeccable fashion sense (she usually goes with a simple pink bow on her collar… understated and classy… that’s Sylvia!).
To say that Sam was a smitten kitten would be an understatement. Oh, the meowing that went on!!!
… And, Sam’s affections were returned. Sylvia’s owners could not keep her from breaking free of her leash and running to our front door every single time they took her outside.
Every morning, around six, I’d hear someone yell, “Sylvia! NO!” A few seconds later, I’d hear Sylvia scratching at our storm door; this was accompanied by Sam’s meowing like his heart was breaking.
Sam is not an outdoor cat (especially because he no longer has teeth), but I let him onto the front porch with Sylvia. They’d sniff at each other and give each other kisses. He’d purr and she’d murmur like she was in Heaven. Sylvia would bow down and Sam would put his front paws on top of her head and clean her ears. Her tail would swish back and forth at about 60 mph.
The same thing would happen another three or four times each day.
Then, Sylvia disappeared.
Alas. My little man moped around the apartment, meowing… oh, such mournful meowing!!!
Then, one morning back in October, Ken and I were sitting, having coffee and muffins. All of a sudden, Sam, who had been sleeping on his chair by the window, jumped up and ran for the front door, sliding on the linoleum (on his big ol’ butt). He slammed into the door, meowing frantically.
Ken and I were laughing and saying, “What got into him?” Then we heard barking, and there was scratching on the storm door. Ken opened the door and there was Sylvia, her leash on the ground behind her.
I let Sam out onto the porch and he got the life licked out of him. He gave as good as he got.
The lady who owns Sylvia came running up the hill all out of breath and apologizing… like we’d be upset or something, right?
That was when we found out that the couple and Sylvia moved just up the road. On their way out somewhere, they stopped to check their old mailbox here. The lady said that as soon as they turned into the driveway, the dog went nuts. When they parked she put the leash on, thinking Sylvia just needed to “use the facilities”. As soon as the car door opened, the dog ran right to our door.
The guy-owner looked mildly annoyed. The chiquita was cool about it; she and I pretty much ignored him… Sylvia was almost flat on her belly with her tail going 60 mph. Sam was holding her head down and cleaning behind her ears. The lady was like, “I can’t believe how STILL she’s laying there!” (Sylvia is a hyper puppy).
After they left (their parting was such sweet sorrow… I swear, Sam was slick and shiny with dog slobber), Sam went inside and slept most of the day away, content.
Sylvia comes to visit about once a week, now. Same sappy love scene on my front porch each time. My cat smells like a wet dog most of the time. Mikey, our other cat, looks on (from a distance… Mikey does NOT like dogs) with what can only be described as disgust. My husband and I preach tolerance, but I don’t think she is listening.
What will Sam do after next month, when we move to Wisconsin, cruelly ripping him from his ladylove?
Well… Sam will be staying with some of Ken’s cousins for a while when we get to Wisconsin. One of their neighbours has many dogs (she is some kind of breeder, I think). I’m sure that will help to keep Sam’s mind off of Sylvia… Well. I hope it will help, anyway. My poor little man!
Note: Because our moving date was rescheduled (we were originally going to leave in February 2010; we are now set to move right after Christmas), I doubt that I will be online much, if at all, after this weekend. I definitely won’t have time to write much of anything… so I wanted to take this time to wish good luck to my friends who are participating in NaNo, and to wish you all happy holidays!
Comments (30)
I am SO happy you chose to write about this!! I love this story, cracks me right up.
I can just picture it!! Thanks CB.
And good luck with the move!! Merry Christmas!!
I love this…I find it very intriguing that your cat adapted dog behaviors I guess that would be one in the ‘nurture’ category…
This was a really really cute story of ‘puppy’ love. ;0)
Happy Holidays to you too. Hope you have a pleasant move
such a darling story thank you for sharing
ha ha ha “my husband and I preach tolerance” LOL
Aww, have a good move, mrs. nessa.
That’s a wonderful story. Animals get it. Warms my heart.
My parents adopted a pitbull. It’s the strongest dog I’ve ever seen (we owned Great Danes). Lives in the backyard as the amicable roommate of one of the most diminutive Chihuahuas I’ve ever seen.
Awww Sam should love being around all the dogs even though Sylvia will be a memory. Good luck on the move. You will be missed terribly. Happy Thanksgiving, Merry Christmas and Bonne annee
awww.
that’s such a cute story! i’m glad they were reunited.
Fantastic story. Loved reading it. Happy moving.
If loving you is wrong, I don’t wanna be right…..
my little lothario
That’s a really sweet story. Sam seems like quite a cat!
Love this story. Happy Move and Holidays <3
Whispers of Wisconsin snows
clackity click of singing keystrokes
the hearth of warmths be it couch or fireplace
chase what lonely winds bespeak
spring’s screen doors slam as exclamations
summery verdant green behold the laziest times
And autumnal golds crackle and rustle
all as counterpoints from the beginning again
of beginnings enwintered and innocent.
Awww what a sweet story. I hope Sam can recover quickly from his heartbreak and that you will have a safe and peaceful move.
Sigh.
Awwww love lost!
I feel for ya’, Sam, ya’ little love muffin! lol
I had to get online and read this, ‘Ness. Loved it. I was thoroughly amused and entertained as you told your story in familiar Vanessa style. You are not so different from Sylvia, you know. I think Sam picked someone like his mommy. ha!
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Great story!
Ima read this later but I did catch a cute phrase: smitten kitten! I have a cat story of my own that I could write if I had time to write and it involves a smitten kitten, too, but this cat was smited by my foot and this was not a friendly encounter. The cat lovers that have already heard this story were not sympathetic with yours truly, either.
Happy Holidays to ya if you don’t come back, Nessa!
Hope the move is a smooth one. I’ll be looking forward to an update as soon as you’re settled. Loved this love story. Poor Sam, I’m sure his heart will mend and Sylvia will be just a fond memory.
Hehe aww, that’s such a cute story! Good luck with the move too.
That was SUCH a cute story!! I love love stories and I love dogs.. so this just made my day
Love the story. I know how busy you’re going to be. Keep your chin up and good luck with all ahead for you and yours. (pats heart and points to you) We’ll leave the light on here on Xanga so you can find your way back when the boxes are unpacked or ignored.
Awwww what an absolutely sweet story! Very heartwarming. Good luck with your move!
@Bricker59 - LOL Now you can’t pick on me for not posting it anymore! Merry Christmas!
@youandwhosearmy - yeah… he’s my puppy!
@ccarothers - @SisterMom1954 - Thank you! Happy Holidays!
@JadedJanissary - LOL Thanks, Matt. Merry Christmas!
@distractedbyzombies - Animals are awesome, aren’t they? Thanks for comin’ over, Mister Bear.
@AnamcharaConcepts - Thank you. I hope you two enjoy your holidays!
@elelkewljay - @leaflesstree - @ZSA_MD - @Vivacieux - Thank you all! Happy holidays!
@storyslut - I’m glad you liked it. Thank you! Enjoy your holidays!
@I_once_was - That was beautiful. Thank you! Enjoy the holidays!
@echois23 - I hope that Sam will be all right, too. Thank you so much! Happy Holidays!
@slinky - @rnjennison - @murisopsis - @just_the_average_jane -
@lovepeacecalm - @UnpredictableIdentity - @kirlynz - Thank you all so much. Happy holidays!!!
@Jaynebug - You are the sweetest, my hatted friend… I hope your holidays are perfect! xoxo
@adventofreason - LOL He IS kind of a Lothario… and sometimes, Ken calls Sam a Romeo… I call him Sammo, after a martial arts guy named Sammo Hung (sp?)… Sam and Sammo are both cuuuuuuute and chubby!!! xoxo
@sweet_sinceritee - LOL Ken says something like that.. you know, that I’m like Sylvia… but not in a very complimentary way… ::: giggling ::: (he’s right)… I’m glad you liked the story. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, Tee! xoxo
@SamsPeeps - Awww, and the same to you, Invisi-V!
You and Ken be careful on the move. I’ll be thinking of y’all.
:::hugs:::
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That is so sweet!
@Ampersands_Anonymous - He’s a little poop! Glad you like the story. Thank you.