Dear AWA,

Mom calls me her clown, I can't imagine why, things just seem to happen to me.  Can I help it if the lid on the flour container tipped and I fell in, or if the bubbles in Mom's bubble bath are not hard enough to walk on and I fell in?  I like to help Mom in whatever she is doing.  I've been closed in drawers, closets, the attic, and the trunk of the car.  I like car rides.  I even rode half way to work with Mom one day before she noticed I was there and had to take me all the way back home.  I've jumped in the washer, the dryer, and the refrigerator.  I even rode in Mom's hood once while she shovelled snow.  Nothing scares me.  I figure life is for living and I am having a ball.  In the morning when the dogs come up from breakfast, I stand on my back legs and give them both a hug.  I hug Mom's leg when I want her to pick me up.  She says I make her laugh all the time and that's when I know she loves me best.

Love and Purrs,
Sammy
xo