Background

My name is Samson. Samson T. Cat. I am not "here, kitty-kitty" nor am I "hey puss, puss, puss" My humans have changed my name to suit themselves and I am a little unhappy about it. Where do they get off thinking that they can call me whatever lame-brained, stupid-ass name that pops into their feeble little minds. Oh well I will humour them, at least for now.

I suppose it could have been worse. My good friend Alphonse is being called "Cookie", and another friend, Jeremiah's, humans are so stupid they call him "Fluffy". Imagine his shame, and disgust at having to live life being degraded each time he is called for dinner. Oh, the other kittens at school were vicious. He had to grow up fast and he was quick to the claws. This led to him getting into some trouble early on in his life. There were several incidents but one stands out in my memory more than any other. J's humans had just purchased a new sofa. It was nice, brown leather, a really good looking sofa. All of a sudden Jeremiah was banned from relaxing on his family's new sofa! Who did they think they were? He was as much a part of this family as they were, right? Oh the cruel tricks these humans had for him. Hiding a water bottle to squirt him lest he brushed against their fine new sofa, clapping loudly to scare him, and shouting at the top of their lungs. It proved to be more than he could take. Late one evening when his humans were out doing whatever it is that humans do, he snapped! He tore into the new sofa with a fiery rage, he never knew was inside him. Jeremiah spent the better part of an hour destroying their precious new sofa. Relieving it of all but a tiny portion of it's synthetic stuffing, right down to the coiled springs at the very heart of it! He laid back, totally spent, his burning rage extinguished by the soothing waters of revenge. Needless to say we didn't see 'ol Jeremiah for a couple weeks after that. And in my opinion, he just isn't quite the same.

My humans are a lot cooler than most I guess. They call me Denali, which I guess is the name the native people of Alaska have given to the highest mountain in North America. Some people call it Mt. McKinley. Denali, i am told translates to 'the great one'. There are worse things to be called. (Beats the crap out of 'Fluffy') McKinley, was some famous human from who knows when. There we go again, why do people think they can just come along and change names? Change names of rivers, mountains, other people, and us cats!

Hopefully this blog will shed some light on how I live my life, my thoughts and my dreams. Sure I dream, thats why my legs move when I am sleeping.
Pshht, humans!