Photography Silly Samantha Sunday. By HEALTH + INSPIRATION on January 17, 2016 • ( 32 Comments ) …because sometimes it’s just nice to have a furry companion to hug. 🙂 Home / Photography / Silly Samantha Sundays / Silly Samantha Sunday.Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related Categories: Photography, Silly Samantha Sundays Tagged as: animal, cat, cat blog, family, funny, hug, love, pet, sunday
awww…so cute. 🙂
oh…p.s Got a new poem posted. It’s a dark humor poem…it has a satirical feel to it. check it out…I think you’ll get a laugh out of it. 🙂
I love cats.She looks like a well cared for and happy girl. Cats are the best. I love their unique personalities, and their attitudes. A very lovely photo of you both as well, and the room looks so cozy.
Aww that’s cool you love cats. I agree they all have very different personalities. I’ve never had a cat as gentle and affectionate as Samantha! So I kind of like to think of her as a dog. 😉 Have a great week. I hope you have a kitty to hug as well. 🙂
No, I currently do not have a fur-baby. I wish I did, but with my circumstances right now, it would be too hard and unfair for the kitty.
I have had two, the first was a female who decided she wanted to move in, so I let her. She was like your Samantha. The most gentlest , sweetest cat around. Followed me every where, which was not always a good thing. She was an outdoor cat, for most of her life. She lived to be about 15, but at a certain point, she decided she preferred thee house to the streets. I cried so hard when she got sick and passed .I was not very creative or original with naming her. I called her, Kat.
I swore I would not have another, but I did. A friend of mine could not keep him, so I took him. he was the exact opposite of my girl.He did not like to be petted, touched or picked up. If he wanted to be petted, he would rub you, sometimes he would jump on the arm of couch and give me looks, like,”why are you here human, just feed me and clean my liter box”. He was still lovable in his own way. He did not live that long. Another sad day. I don’t want to go through that again, but I am so tempted. If I ever do get one again, it would be from a shelter, and an older one that no one wants.
Aww…you have such a soft heart! That’s how I feel about pets too– I love them so much and get utterly heartbroken when they pass. Well, here’s to all the fur babies around the world! Take care and have a great evening. 🙂