When our daughter entered second grade, we wanted to adopt a pet that could tolerate the affection every 7-year-old wants to lavish on the family doll – er, I mean cat.
Peaches certainly fit the bill. Over the years he has played pirate and hula- dancer – in addition to more typical cat roles of lapcat, house supervisor and house king. Peaches is in his late teens now (close to 80 in “cat years”), but he is still as sweet as ever.
Our daughter gave him the wonderfully masculine name of “Peaches and Cream,” which proved hard to say, so we’ve settled on “Peaches.”
He doesn’t dress up as much now, but he still keeps the family laughing as he insists on crawling into our laps at any possible moment – including the few minutes we take to sit on the floor and tackle a chore. He is as cheerfully sweet as when we first brought him home and still greets us with his thunderous purr.
Our neighbors think Samson is their cat. He is not interested in their opinion. He is master of his destiny. He eats cat food at our house and strolls nonchalantly into our living room. He is the kind of cat that cat lovers admire and non-cat people despise. Whatever your position, you have to admit, it’s not a bad life.
– Louise Helland
