July 6, 2008

July 5, 2008

  • This Is SOOOOOO Cute!

    Someone sent this to me and I loved it, so i thought I would share!

  • Movie Night: Sam's Choice

    Sam loves the movies. Unfortunately, he is not allowed into theaters, simply because he has four legs and a tail. I was going to add "because he is furry", but I've seen furry folks at the cinema, so that can't be it.

    But Sam loves a night like tonight: rented movie, various goodies, dimmed lights, and Mommy's lap (Daddy is closing the store tonight).. perhaps a good brushing...ahhhhhh...thaaaaaat's gooooooood....

    and the chance to relax (Sam's life just has SO much stress....) and lose himself in some nonsense...

    Mystery Science Theater 3000, Boggy Creek II, Here we come...

    "Drivin' down the road,
       Lookin' fer a Waffle House,
          Drinkin' lotsa Wiiiiiiiild Turkeyyyyyy...."

    Ahhhhhhh... relaxation...can't do this at the Cinema 12...


    Sam loves a silly movie, a comfy position on the sofa, and a Vitamin Water...

July 4, 2008

July 2, 2008

  • Sam's View From the Towel: A Little Fashion Advice

    I don't care what you wear at home. But when you are at work, especially if you are handling MY food, I care:

    1. Cover your butt, baby. When you bend down to get me a brownie, I don't want to see your crack, okay? I am a ladies' man, and I WILL check out your behind; however, butt cleavage and brownies... it's just gross.

    2. If you have a cold, stay home, alright? You are sneezing, sniffing and hacking up phlegm... and then you want to make my tuna sandwich? Wear a surgical mask or go home. They make very sassy surgical masks these days... health is always in style.

    3. For the love of God, brush your hair.  I groom myself meticulously before I visit your bookstore; you should do the same, especially since you are the store's representative. I don't want the crazy-looking man/lady with the bird's nest in his/her hair asking me if I need help finding anything in the Pet section. It is distracting, especially since one of my baser instincts is to attack birds' nests.

    4. What's with the shiny things in your eyebrows? I attack shiny things, too. Especially if they move. Save those for when you are out partying. Not only do they make you look unprofessional; I can't hear a word you are saying because I am too busy watching the shiny things bob up and down as you talk to me!

    5. If you cut yourself shaving this morning (I personally never have this problem... my fur is always the perfect length), please use a band-aid.  When I ask you what aisle the hairball treatments are in, and you look up at me with a shredded, bloody face, I just want to clean you... and again, I can't hear a word you are saying because of the distraction.

    6. As a fur-bearing mammal, I am asking you to please refrain from wearing things that could have been made out of my cousins. Not only do you look like a giant growler, which, in my opinion is NEVER "in"; you make me anxious about relatives I have not heard from in a while.

    7. I like legs. I like the way they look; I like to rub myself against them. Short skirts are nice, because it gives me more leg to rub against. But please, ladies, I'm not a pervert: I don't need to see your undies or lack thereof. So sit like a lady and don't bend over to get my box of treats!

    8. Men: I may occasionally rub myself against YOUR legs, too...but when I look up, I don't want to see your dangly parts, so if you HAVE to wear shorts to work, please wear shorts that fit you, okay?

    9. I like milk, and I LOVE where milk comes from. That doesn't mean I want to see your nipples while I'm in the check-out line. Wear a bra.

    The opinions expressed in Sam's View From the Towel do not necessarily represent those held by SamsPeeps and their affiliates.

July 1, 2008

  • Some Girls Need to Shut Up

    Sam loves to surf the 'Net. Since we started this blog, he's been very keen on reading others' posts. There have been a few posts lately on women, relationships and marriages. Sam has a few things to say about it:

    1. If you are not or never have been married, don't tell us how simple (or how complicated for that matter) relationships/marriages "can" be. Until you've been in a marriage, you don't really understand what goes on in one. If you want to discuss your "theories", that's nice. But giving advice based on your untested theories is irresponsible. So shut up.

    2. To the young women telling us how "simple" men are and how "complicated" women are: Nice generalizations, and great advice to set women back 60 years or so. The truth is, we're all individuals, made up of simplicities and complexities, and you never really know a person until their toothbrush is sitting next to yours. So shut up.

    3. Stay-At-Home Moms vs. Career Mommies: This is a dumb "war". You are both doing something wonderful with your lives, so respect one another and shut up.

    4. If you have a copy of "The Rules", throw it out. Better yet, burn it, lest it accidentally end up in the hands of a young and impressionable girl. That book has nothing to do with love; it's more about how to play games. Love is not a game, no matter what the songs say.

    5. If you don't have respect for yourself, don't expect respect from others.

    6. It is sad that some women still feel the need to objectify themselves to feel important. If you're with a man who only cares about what you LOOK like, how important can you actually feel?

    7. Women who are actively seeking a serious relationship online (through a dating or chat service): It is a nice way to meet people, but don't expect a long-term relationship from it. Yes, it happens, my Mommy and Daddy can testify to that, but the chances are slim. Enjoy it for what it is, but don't expect to find True Love out there in cyberspace. And don't complain about how you can't find your soul mate online. He or she may not even have a computer at their disposal!

    8. Women who complain endlessly about how they wish their Significant Other would change: Either you love someone completely or you don't. Break up with him or shut up.

    9. Women who don't/won't leave a relationship they are unsatisfied with until they have someone else "waiting in the wings": maybe you should explore why you are afraid to be alone. Newsflash: You don't need a Significant other to be complete.

    10. Women who blow off their girlfriends as soon as a man is on the horizon and only "return to the fold" once he walks off into the sunset without them: What is wrong with you? Your girlfriends are your support network, before you have a relationship, while you have a relationship, and AFTER one ends. Any guy that expects you to discard your friends now that he is in the picture is someone who doesn't care that much about YOU. Maybe you should look into why you feel that "having a man" is so important to you that you would give up important friendships.

    11. Women who expect a guy to drop all of his friends once he has found YOU, the love of his life: Come on. Seriously? Number 10 applies to men, too.

    12. Women who criticize and make fun of the way other women look: If this makes you feel better about the way YOU look, that is sad. It is indicative of low self-esteem. Maybe you should shut up and think about it.

June 30, 2008

  • Party Animal!

    So last night, while we were out,  "someone" got into the catnip...

  • Why The Sam Hates The Two Coreys

    Sam likes to make lists. I think it is part of his neurosis. Anyway, he banged this one out earlier today and asked me to share:

    1. Who are they? Mommy says they were famous in the 80s. Wasn't that like 50 years ago?

    2. Why do they get a show? I hate Mikey but we're not on TV.

    3. If somebody called MY woman a bitch, somebody would be gettin' all jabbed up. They're stupid.

    4. I haven't seen any, you know... people of the feline persuasion on that show. Whassup, Corey and Corey? Afraid of someone stealing your thunder? Cause let's face it... if there was a kitty in every scene, people would be tuning in to find out what the CAT thinks of your messed up friendship/closeted gay.... "relationship".

    5. Why would you take out an ad in Variety that STATES "this isn't a stunt" and "I'm ready to work" (or whatever the quote was... I'm a cat. Got ADD.) when it is clearly a stunt and after you JUST said, "I don't want to do this just to get work?" My mommy says that the truer, more genuine thing, and the thing that would go well with the 12-step program, would be to sit your ass down and write each person a letter, preferably in your own hand. Mommy says maybe you should mean it and THEN say it. I say you should just shut up and get off my T.V.

    6. I don't like that Feldman tries to steal Mommy's attention from me. Be warned, Feldman. The mommy...is... MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE!

June 29, 2008

  • Mouse With a Death Wish?

    The other night, Sam seemed preoccupied with the doorway to the kitchen.

    That usually only happens during the winter, when we get a mouse or two coming into the cabinet under the kitchen sink to keep warm.

    Sam doesn't have teeth anymore, so this past winter was weird. He started a Catch and Release program. You know. Catch the mouse. Bring the poor thing, screeching and squirming in your mouth, to Mommy. Release. Mouse runs away. Re-catch. Re-release. Continue until mouse finds his way back to the cabinet, or Mommy or Daddy escorts the mouse from the apartment.

    Back to the other night. Ken and I had just finished playing some Rock Band. We started looking for something to watch on TV. I logged into Xanga. Everything was quiet...

    And then suddenly, there was a kind of crash in our kitchen, followed by a LOT of loud squeaking.

    I said, "KENNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!"

    Sam had a big mouse in his mouth. He saw Ken entering the kitchen with an old t-shirt. Same dropped the mouse. Ken dropped the t-shirt onto the mouse. The mouse made the mistake of moving (Sam HATES things that move). It ran out from under the t-shirt as Sam swatted at the poor thing.

    It ran under the stove and there it has remained... and Sam has been parked in front of the stove ever since.

June 27, 2008

  • How We Beacame The Sam's Peeps, Part Three: Cat With a Past

    In February 2001, Sam had his first checkup. Of course, we took him to Dr. Kris.

    We got him his own cat carrier by then, the standard plastic model in a "manly" khaki color; I folded up his favorite (old, worn out) towel and placed it in there. I guess I thought he'd be more apt to cooperate in getting into "The Box" if his towel was in there. I was naive!

    After nearly twenty minutes of me chasing Speedy Sam around, catching him and trying to coax him gently into the carrier and then trying to shove him in... Daddy took over. Got Sam into his carrier in about 30 seconds... don't ask me how. To this day, I am mystified.  Daddy gives his furry little butt the tiniest of shoves and says, "Get in, Sam", and he goes right in. He doesn't like it, but he goes right in.

    So we took him in his new carrier with his favorite towel and a little stuffed mouse to see Dr. Kris.

    We sat his carrier down on a table in the waiting room. I left him with Daddy to "check him in" at the front desk. I don't know exactly what I expected; I guess I just figured they'd acknowledge that we were there, maybe ask us to have a seat, tell us the doctor would be with us in a minute or two.

    We didn't expect the girls at the front desk to stop everything they were doing to come out to the waiting room and visit with The Sam. He was released from "The Box" and he allowed the two young ladies to hug him and pet him, scratch him behind the ears, give him big loud kisses and generally fawn all over him.

    The Daddy and I exchanged looks over their heads. The looks exchanged said the same thing: "What the f---???" And we smiled.  "Our cat's a rock star," I thought to myself.

    So, Dr. Kris came out and we all went into an examination room. He examined Sam and we chatted while he was at it.

    He told us "the weirdest thing happened, a couple of weeks ago..."

    The day before we met Sam, they had an open adoption event at that clinic. Apparently, there was a couple there that said they were interested in adopting Sam (then only known as the big gray pile of fur), but they had to think about it.

    That was November 2000.

    That couple called Dr. Kris's clinic at the end of January 2001to say they were ready "to pick their cat up".

    The doctor told them he was sorry, but they don't keep kittens there that long; they try to adopt them out ASAP, and that that kitten had been adopted already.

    The couple then requested our name and phone number, because they wanted to BUY the cat off of us. He very politely told them he could not do that.

    He was amazed that they would expect the cat to still be there after about three months!

    We were amazed that they didn't snap him right up on the spot.

    Sam only seemed amazed at how long he had to have a thermometer in his butt.

    I said, "Well, he IS a great cat. Very different, personality-wise."

    Dr. Kris then proceeded to tell us that if we had not adopted him, they were planning on keeping the Sam there at the clinic...because everyone there loved him, and because he had a calming effect on the other animals there, especially the dogs.  They would let him loose in the kennel downstairs, and he would walk from cage to cage, "talking" to all of the other animals, and they would stop barking and whimpering. We told the doctor how our kitty liked to play "fetch", and he was not surprised at all, considering all of the time he spent with dogs since his birth; he was probably part of their play-times.

    The doctor then told us more about Sam's origins:

    He was born in the clinic. His mother was a stray cat that someone found and originally brought to a no-kill shelter. Someone from the shelter brought her to Dr. Kris's clinic to give birth.  She had three kittens, two boys and a girl.  From the time Sam was weaned (end of August 2000, maybe September?), he explored the kennel and made friends...mostly dogs.

    At the open adoption in November 2000, Sam's mother, brother and sister were all adopted out.  Sam was the last kitten standing.  The office staff and Dr. Kris talked about keeping him on. They knew we would be coming in the next day to pick up Jag's ashes and so decided to ask us first if we'd like to adopt the pile of fur.

    We took Sam home that day, feeling luckier than ever to have "found" him.

    We let him out of "The Box" and he gave us both head-butts. Climbed all over our laps, purring. We sat closer together. Bumped heads with The Sam and with one another. We talked to Sam about "that crazy couple", wondering how they could resist his charms, wondering what took them so long to call back.  We wondered how ANYONE could not instantly fall in love with this gray and white pile of fur. We promised him we would always take good care of him.

    We knew for sure we were The Sam's Peeps.