Unfortunately I never took any pictures of Samantha but I'll tell you this. Five years ago i worked in a clock factory. One of the secretaries came in with a cardboard box and inside were three kittens just four months old. Samantha was the all black one and I took to her right away. Throughout that day I kept her near to my workstation. Then she decided it was time to play. Suffice to say I had to put her back in the box so I could get some work done. As for a friend. Yes, of course. I like making new friends and adding them to my collection. lol
Oh ... true story. Back in Brooklyn NY where I grew up. I'm all of 14 ... 15 years old. We had a dog named Tiny. She was a birthday present for my mom. Tiny had a friend named Crazy Cat, so named because this cat was really bonkers. She'd run around the room and try to stop before crashing into a wall or furniture or whatever was in the way and never did. She'd shake her head and go right back to running around again. The reason I added this story is ... both Tiny and Crazy Cat on three different occasions went out for the day and came back pregnant. They both gave birth on the same day to the same number of babies, 5 each. They'd take turns nursing both kittens and puppies and when they were old enough to cause mayhem, which they did in abundance, it was a site to see. One night I'm sound asleep in the bottom bunk when I was awakened by something tugging on the blankets. When I sat up I had ten furballs on my bed all scrambling up to be cuddled. Fell asleep with all of them still there.
