Mummy’s Boy

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERASampson is, without doubt, a mummy’s boy. He loves to snuggle up with me at any opportunity.

Husband and I theorise that it’s because he was so young when I got him. I’ve mentioned this before, I think.

When Sampson and his litter mates were newborn they and their young mother were abandoned at a vet’s. The staff took them in and cared for them, but didn’t have the resources to keep them for long.

Once the kittens were weaned the staff started looking for homes for them. Sampson came to us at just 6 weeks old. We had other cats so the staff were comfortable knowing he’d learn how to be a cat from them.

Sampson's HutchSampson was absolutely tiny when we took him home. I could hold him in one hand. He seemed so delicate.

If I’m honest, I got a bit overprotective of him. I worried about the older cats or the puppy hurting him.

For the first couples of weeks he barely left my sight. In fact he spent quite a lot of time cuddled on my lap. Actually he quite liked to climb up and cuddle on my chest, almost in my bra!

As time went by, and we both got more confident, he would interact with the world more. He started playing with the puppy, and the other cats. I vividly remember him playing with our fluffy ginger tom and disappearing under all the fur!

When Sampson was a few months old I left to start university. I couldn’t take him with me. I missed him, and the other animals, very much. Every time I went back home he seemed to have grown tremendously. He’d still try and snuggle on my chest though, as soon as he remembered who I was.

"What are you looking at?"
“What are you looking at?”

Around the time of Sampson’s first birthday I quit my university course and moved to Finland. (And that’s a story for another time and place!) It became a lot more difficult to visit him, of course. And still every time I saw him he seemed to be bigger!

You may well be familiar with the story of Sampson moving to live with us. My other English cats are now living with my brother, and all seem much happier in their new situations than where they were.

And you can well imagine how pleased I am to have my not-so-little boy back with me!

Love,

Lady Joyful

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23 thoughts on “Mummy’s Boy

  1. He’s beautiful! He reminds me of my Charcoal Cat, who I got as a tiny kitten when I was 10 years old. He lived to be 18 years old, and was a great hunter until we moved to another town, where we decided he ought to live only indoors. He cuddled very nicely whenever I wanted to pick him up and kiss him and pet him, too.

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  2. Sampson’s beginnings were very close to that of my little Monkey. We adopted her from our vet where she and her brother were dumped at around 6 weeks. Sampson is a very handsome guy and I am so glad he ended up in a good home!

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  3. Oo! I can’t even imagine how tiny of a kitten he must have been to hide out underneath all that ginger fur. He looks a lot like my boy Dusk, though between him and his sister, appropriately named Piglet, they are big big babies now at 7 yrs old (‘:

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