Our Sam Visit

Last night Sam came upstairs to visit us. He's a bit of a nutcase, moreso than I recall. He spent a lot of time screeching in Loki's ear, apparently he still blames the gimpy mutatoe for his back injury and tells him about it every chance he gets. Mutatoe was VERY patient with him and let him scream for a while, then went into his crate and hid.

After giving the mutatoe an earful, we decided that we all wanted to play, which left the human woman gulping sedatives. Hey, Sam started it by bumping me with his chest! I only retaliated by trying to hump him, which I've learned is definitely a no-no (again with the double words thing) from now on. Apparently standing on the couch and slapping his back with my claw is out, and apparently body slamming is also a no-go. Eesh, what does she expect us to do with him, stare at him?

We made nice and didn't hurt him, although his yapping was driving me to claw, and eventually lay down for a quick nap. He still can't jump on the couch upstairs, or at least he pretended he couldn't. Seems a bit suspicious to me, since the upstairs couch and the downstairs couch are the same size and he doesn't have ANY problems leaping up and down off the downstairs one. He's such a suck up.

We thought for a bit that maybe the humans and Sam would all sleep upstairs that night, but apparently his visit wore him out pretty bad, and he was a bit creaky after the experience, so we got word that they would "take it easy" on him and do short visits building up to longer visits. At this rate we'll be in the old dog home by the time he "recovers" sufficiently to be in the pack again.

Meeshka
(I yearn for our normal routine of abuse and riccochet)