Sam Smith & the Blizzard

Sam

I consider myself a dog person. It's not that I have anything against cats, I grew up with 2. I just happen to prefer dogs as they tend to not make you feel like you need permission to pet them...or look at them...or be privileged to be in the same room as them. The cats I grew up with were outdoor cats and to me, that's the cat detail that seperates normal people from cat people - indoor vs. outdoor. I never considered myself a cat person. When you have an outdoor cat, you just coexist with them. You don't really have time for them and they don't really want time with you...unless it's time to eat. So anyways, you can probably guess my reaction when my phone rang at Lowe's picking up supplies for the Kitchen remodel (update to come), and it was Lauren telling me she was on her way home with the newest resident of 965 Green Terrace - a 3 month old gray tabby kitten.

Well it's been about 3 weeks now, and while I maintain my theory about cats, this specific little guy has won a place of favor with me. (oh, and if you're wondering how we came up with the name Sam, I suggested it in jest while pulling a Sam Adams out of the refrigerator But let me tell you, for whatever it's worth, he looks like a Sam.) Despite the first week of waking up at 3:30 am to a cat shoving it's butt in my face every night, we are slowly learning how to be roommates to a rambunctious little kitten who can go from 0-60 and back in 3 seconds.

He's quirky. He's a goober. He's a mama's boy. He's Sam. and he's allowed to live here rent free until he starts tossing up hair balls and scratching the finish off all our furniture. Enjoy the pictures below. (Lauren just asked me what I'm writing about Sam and asked if Sam would approve of what I'm writing. ha.)

the Blizzard

In other news, we recently had a snow storm in Lancaster, the likes of which I have not seen here since I was in at least middle school. I always find it funny watching folks get all worked up about a little snow around here. Just a little ice, people, let's calm down and back away from the kerosene lamps, bread, milk, microwaveable lasagna dinners, and the red box. It's one day, maybe two. Enjoy the great indoors, grab a board game, turn off the computer, and rediscover the human faces you live with.

I tried to introduce Sam to the snow but as soon as he caught a glimps of our neighbor's labradoodle it was airborne chaos. Sam leaped for the patio from 5 feet up and landed in the snow on his back. A little shaken he jumped up and started hissing at me as if I was the one who threw him on the ground and subjected him to such a tragic situation. Sorry Sam, but you subjected yourself to the drama, I just introduced you to it. He's fine now, but I'm pretty sure he's going to remain an indoor cat. Hence why when I woke up from a nap today I was told that I had just purchased a $75 indoor Cat tree.

Great

It's official. I'm a Cat person.

If you want to see pictures of me with Sam, just check out the photo album on Lauren's Facebook page.