Samantha is number Four.
Sammi was the first baby to open her eyes. As she stared calmly at the rest, blindly squiggling around, she knew someone needed to be in charge of this crew, and it had to be her. That's why she looks so serious; she has a lot of responsibility.
She's not a baby. Never has been. She always eats when everyone else is finished, because she doesn't like eating with the babies. She doesn't like playing with them, either, most of the time. Unless it's to wrestle the boys. She's a tomboy like that.
She's also very girly. She does not like gross things. She will look at you pleadingly until you make the gross go away. Being praised makes her feel special. You never have to tell her something twice.
Half her face is 90% eyes.
Samantha's favorite toy is anything she can chew on.
1 comment:
You know.
I've been wanting a cat for a long time.
I knew Samantha was my cat from the bunch before I even read what you wrote about her. I mean, you can bring her when you move to England, right? Cause I'm definitely calling dibs.
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