Sam was the third
cat that I had after leaving home. He was another stray from the Cats
Protection. Apparently, he was bad tempered and difficult to get along
with but I found him sweet, loving and with real character. He was a very
big cat with huge ruff around his neck and big, powerful paws. He was quite
fat and, when stretched out, looked like a rug. He was adorable and I loved
him dearly. Sadly, he was run over and killed in November of 1994. He is buried
in the garden underneath the clematis. I think of him often.
