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Samanfee
Legacy Name: Samanfee

The

Glade Feli
Owner:

Lunamaru

Age: 13 years, 3 months, 3 weeks

Born: January 21st, 2011

Adopted: 13 years, 3 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: January 21st, 2011

Nominate Pet for Spotlight

Statistics

Level: 5
Strength: 12
Defense: 10
Speed: 13
Health: 12
HP: 10/12
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

RIP Samantha OCTOBER 21, 2016

Prowling under the moonlit night

Yellow eyes glaring...

Samanfee is based off of my real cat, Samantha, who I sometimes call "Manfee".

She is a tuxedo cat with large, intelligent, yellow eyes that wander over you as she scrutinizes you for the first time. If she deems you worthy, she will pretend not to like you for awhile until she feels the need to bother you.

Samantha has a husband named Rascle, who is named Raskie on Subeta.

She also has a son (who she dislikes intensely, but puts up with) named Stanley.

Samantha is the queen of the house- she will fight the other cats (who are all male), attack the dogs and chase away other animals who come into her domain. The only other female animal she deems "worthy" is my dog, Daisy. They have come to an understanding that they can share me at times.

Manfee does not liked to be held-but this is only a front. She pretends to growl threateningly, making sure her yellow eyes are narrowed straight into your eyes before you realize, even if she's annoyed, she loves the attention.

Manfee was born March of 1999, making her over a decade old. She, however, has more energy to spare nowadays. She runs around like a kitten, chasing after jingling toys and purring loudly as she catches the ribbons under her claws.

Manfee is my other half. She has always understood me better than any human can. When all I wanted to do was sob my angst, I could cling to her soft fur and weep as she silently comforted me. When I shook with anger and barely could contain my need to scream, she would do something to make me laugh, like opening my closed door and pushing her way out.

But when I'm happy, she seems to understand that she causes it, which makes her proudly purr against me as I give her attention and Pounce (c).

She'll curl up at my feet when I'm asleep and these days, when I'm almost asleep and feel her weight walking over my body with dainty feet, I can pull her to my chest (sometimes with much protesting) and wrap my arms around her. She'll give in after a moment, and sleep under the covers with me.

Samantha was named after my first cat, Sam. He and I would sleep under the covers together too, and I wonder sometimes if Samantha somehow got the knowledge from him...

Samanfee is my life and not a day goes by I don't think of her piercing-knowing eyes, wondering what new, exciting things we will do together.

I am finished, color-wise. I will forever be Glade.

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