Sammy had just eaten a delectable bowl of liver pieces, washed down with a small saucer of milk
He stretched himself and gave a growl of thanks, a couple of purrs just to keep them happy
He thought, mind you, they weren't a bad family, Mrs Pam was very good to him
A bit sloppy though, she always wanted to kiss him. "Ugh", he growled.
For a human, she was plump and pretty and very soft. Soft arms, soft skin.
Mr Ben was altogether different, he purred.
He doesn't bother me much.
Rough handles me, thinking I like it.
I play along with him, but at times I get angry and I give him a good bite.
I like it when he is in the mood for my angry moments, as I sink my teeth and claws into his arm and let him know that I am not playing.
Then he yells "Sammy!" and gives me a cuff.
All in a cat's life!