All hail King Samuel the great orange hunter. In the risk of giving him an even bigger swelled head I have decided to post about Sam's big accomplishment this morning. On coming downstairs I noticed that he was sniffing at the hall closet acting strangely focused. When I opened the door he immediately dove right in and started rustling around. It wasn't long when he came out mouse in hand... errr in mouth. Needless to say he didn't EXACTLY want to give up his new prize to me... so he immediately bolted to the basement. Wanting to get the mouse OUT of the house I was quick to pursue. You KNOW?? When a cat doesn't want to be caught they are pretty effective at avoiding us lumbering giant humans. Anyways I finally was able to catch the doofus and get the, somewhat worse for ware, mouse and put him outside. I swear Sam's EGO is a mile high right now. In his mind he is on par with any KING of beasts out there.
That will teach 'em to trespass on Sam's Domain..
