Neglected Kitteh
Not that he’d mind.
In all of my many posts about Loiosh (and the few mentions poor Chocolate has gotten), I don’t know that I’ve ever mentioned Samson at all.
This is Samson. He hates you. He hates everyone in the world*. The Demon Eyes effect is from the flash, but the expression on his face? That’s there naturally.
I don’t talk about him much, because when I think about him I’m sad and frustrated. Much like Taltos, I never managed to do anything to improve his attitude on life. Unlike Taltos, he’s not afraid of much; he just hates everyone in the world*.
* This is not actually true. He quite likes Chocolate, who is his brother. And despite the ongoing and rather loud battles he has with Loiosh, he dearly loves the kitten. But he hates all the other cats in the world, and he hates dogs, and he especially hates humans. This totally includes me. I still think of myself as his Momma, though.
Evidence of Samson liking Loiosh:
If Samson understood the web, had an idea what pictures were, and had any clue that I was admitting to others that he likes the kitten, he would kill me in my sleep. Possibly he wouldn’t even wait until I was asleep.
Pets are supposed to teach you about unconditional love. Samson has, in a way — he hates me, and yet I love him. I worry when I haven’t seen him. I greet him every morning (he glares at me). If I can sneak up on him, I’ll pet him. It’s brief when it happens, though.
I’ve pretty much given up trying to wean him of his hating. Despite it he’s generally a pretty happy and serene cat. Healthy as a horse which is good given how exciting it is getting him to a vet. And really, what more can you ask for?
I could ask for Samson-snuggles, but I’m never gonna get them. And that’s okay.
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I think you’ve mentioned him before – but never this much!
My best friend has a cat that we sometimes call the devil kitty. He’s mellowing in his old age – but he tends to hate all!
Yeah, once I remembered the pictures with Loiosh I knew I’d mentioned him a little, but I figured he deserved his moment in the sun, too.
…whether he wants it or not.
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In that first pic, Samson looked like he was ready for Halloween!! You have such awesome names for your cats!!
Don’t worry though! My dad had a freakin jackrabbit and I called him ‘Demon Spawn’ with his bright red eyes and the way he ANSWERED THE DOOR everytime I came over!!! He hated me!!
He looks like he’s ready for Halloween pretty often, honestly. He’s named for Samson from the Bible — you can’t see it in any of these pictures but the black on top of his head goes down his back like long hair.
Yoiks! Okay, an angry jackrabbit scares me more than an angry cat. They KICK.
lol!! ooo yes Samson from the Bible. I can see some of the black on the top of his head but that’s neat it runs down his back!!
ooo gosh..’Demon Spawn’ was truly evil. If you sat on the floor with him…he’d kick or spit things in your EYES that’s he’d find in the floor. You know…lil gravel pieces …lil stones…from the front door hallway…in the longrun..my dad had to give him away!!
…I hadn’t ever heard of a rabbit that’d _spit_. Maybe he was part camel?
WOW.
Samson’s just cranky.
I live with Sam the Wonder Cat who hates everyone EXCEPT me (which is, I’ll admit a far better scenario). However, he DOES entertain admirers. There is a screened deck off my master bathroom (also off my dining room) and it is a favorite haunt of Sam’s, being accessible through a doggie door in my master bathroom, a door through which the portly Maine Coon catness of Sam barely fits. On that deck, Sam entertains his neighborhood cronies – none of whom can actually GET to him, but who all sit in the yard and warble to him or hiss at him (rarely – they all seem to find a 26-pound cat intimidating) except for a couple of brave souls who perch on the steps and coo to him (his lady friends no doubt – far be it from me to tell them that his equipment has been “adjusted”). Sam will attack anyone human who comes into my house – with or without my acquiescence. But me? Absolute devotion. Slavish even. Then again, he is a rescue from an abused past so that may explain it all. Oh yes, my sister’s pit bull Zeus is TERRIFIED of Sam. Now that is an intimidating cat my friends!