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Sammie
During a lifetime of having multiple cats, I've never
encountered a feline as extraordinary as Sammie. I went to a
pet store to adopt a kitten and sat on the floor for 30
minutes watching a litter. All
were asleep except one, which actively played the entire
time. He was the kitten I chose and named Sammie. He
distinguished himself the day he arrived home. A friend came
down to see Sammie and brought Mexican food. Sammie and I
were on the sofa, my friend a good eight feet away in a
chair eating his diner. Suddenly Sammie was airborne; he
flew through the air and landed in the middle of my friend's
plate of food.
Sammie turned out to be very smart and fearless. The first
time my
brother brought his 75 pound collie to visit, Sammie walked
up to the dog and whacked him on the nose and then proceeded
to play with the dog. One activity he loved I called cat
yoga. I pick him up and turn him on his back while Sammie
stretched his body into a curve. Then I swooped him around
hanging upside down.
Sammie was obsessed with food (the litter had been rescued
from
Kinarse dump in Queens) and would mow down my dog to get
whatever he could. If it was food he didn't like -- such as
taco chips) -- he'd bite the chips then spit them out. If I
didn't give food to him fast enough he'd grab my wrist with
both paws.
Then Sammie became sick, vomiting constantly. Dr. Plotnick
diagnosed him with a very lethal cancer, large cell
lymphoma, and suggested chemotherapy. I was skeptical but
went ahead with it. Every three weeks he spent a few hours
in the office getting the medication by IV. While I
hoped for a few months at most, Sammie continued to respond
and exceed everyone's expectations. After a year on chemo,
he was in great shape; he put on five pounds and was as
active and happy as before. At this point I decided to
discontinue the chemo. Instead of the cancer returning,
Sammie had three more years of great health.
He is a miracle cat!
Thank you for giving my cat four years of happy, healthy
life.
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