Samson is growing so fast! The other day he conveyed to me in no uncertain terms his interest in becoming a diver. I think this has a lot to do with the Olympics coming up. He is just fascinated by the high divers.
Jamison had stepped out of the house to run some errands, and I was upstairs folding some laundry, when suddenly I hear a loud *SPLASH* coming from downstairs. I hurry down, just in time to see a soggy and bedrraggled Samson, flopping out of the toilet! Poor fella. Forgot to check the depth of his pool before diving in headfirst. By the time I picked myself up off the floor and wiped the tears of mirth from my eyes, the poor silly kitty was shaking and cold, and mewling pathetically. Needless to say, a warm bath was in order. Though, I cannot say whether he was madder at me, or the toilet...
^ This one cracks me up! "Omg mom... cookie over there!"
As you can see, his eyes are no longer blue! They are slowing turning into a very striking "sea green" color. It is absolutely gorgeous against his white fur and face mask.
This one shows the HUGE difference in size between his two ears. It was barely noticeable as a kitten, but it has been becoming more and more apparent as he gets older. He has also developed those tabby-like markings around his eyes, that he didn't have when he was a baby. His "perma-booger" has also gotten larger, and there are now two of them! One on each side. Isn't he just the sweetest thing?
All done with his bath, and quite irritated with momma too
We had Samson fixed on Friday. At first I was VERY nervous to leave him. It wasn't done by my normal vet. I got a voucher for a 10$ neuter, and there was a list on the back of the voucher of all the vets in the area that would accept the voucher. I chose the one that was closest to me. When I called to make the appointment, the receptionist was EXTREMELY rude. I chalked it up to that she must have just had a bad day. When I went to go drop him off on Friday, I was very uncomfortable with the location and circumstance of the clinic. I didn't know this when I chose it, but this clinic is located in a predominantly Viet part of Sacramento. The clinic itself was a tiny one-room facility, and there were a total of 2 staff. The vet, and his receptionist, neither of which were very proficient in English (which explains why she came across as rude over the phone). The ONLY reason I didn't just pack him up and leave, was that Samson really didn't seem afraid of them at all. I have quite a bit of faith in animal intuition, so I decided that if Samson trusted them, I should too. The vet picked Samson up by the scruff, told me to come back at 5, and walked away. And that was that.
Needless to say, I was on edge for most of the day. When it finally came time to go pick him up, I walked in the door, and the first thing the vet says to me is " Good news! He is still with us!!!" Holy cow. I didn't realize that your patient living through the procedure was such a success rather than just a common occurance.... I thought that was pretty tasteless, IMHO. He brought Samson out, showed me his rather uneven incision (that was not closed up), said "full diet tomorrow" and walked away again. This left me with the receptionist, who insisted that my debit card would not be sufficient payment, and that I must get 10$ in cash to pay them with. So I go looking for an ATM machine, and everywhere I go in that part of town has an ATM machine, but not a single godd*mned one of them was in service. So after 20 minutes of searching, I come back to the clinic shamefaced, but prepared to pay with three 1$ bills and 7$ worth of quarters (I always have a ton of quarters for laundry). The lady looks at me, laughs, takes my debit card and swipes it. That bleepity bleep could have used my card the whole time! Ugh. So that was a ton of time wasted. I had pictures of his incision to post here, but Jamison accidentally deleted them, so I will have to post some tomorrow. Samson seems none the worse for wear, so I am grateful for that. In the future, if anyone is in the Sacramento area, I would not recommend going to Valley Hi Pet Clinic.
But other than that little hiccup, everything is going very well! Samson hasn't had an accident in weeks, and thus has full reign of the house. We don't even check corners anymore. He has been a VERY good boy in that respect. He is still biting. I am hoping he will just grow out of it, because discipline is largely ineffective.
However, he did destroy my orchid this morning. Little butthead. But a very, very cute butthead at that!
I am also happy to report (I posted this on another thread as well) that Jamison and I are in the process of starting our family! He sat me down last week and told me had been really thinking about it and that he wanted a baby.
In other fantastic news, Jamison was talking with our banker about our refi, and the banker asked if we had ever considered buying another house. Jamison said yes, but that we had run into nothing but trouble trying to get approved. The banker crunched some numbers, and told us that after 6-12 months has passed from the closing of our refi, we can be pre-approved for 200,000+ as long as I am the primary person on the loan!!! So this means that in about a year, we can start looking for our next house!
I am one happy Thief