Samson is mentioned (ok, not directly, but it is him - paragraph 7) here:
http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2009/may/06/tom-cox-cat-man-pets
Friday, 8 May 2009
Wednesday, 25 March 2009
Thursday, 29 January 2009
Tuesday, 27 January 2009
Tom Jones-inspired dwarves.
Tom Jones is a bit odd. Here is a list of 7 words which could also be names of dwarves. That is all.
trashy
sleazy
slimy
greasy
curly
oily
creepy
pants
trashy
sleazy
slimy
greasy
curly
oily
creepy
pants
Saturday, 24 January 2009
Samson Settles in.

Proof that the settling-in process is going well - here's the whole gang on the sofa.
Key: (1) Daisy. (2) Ellie. (3) Rosie. (4) Samson. (5) Mum. (6) Dad.
Considering that 6 days ago he hated everyone and attacked the dog it's pretty good progress. Mind you, as I write this Daisy has frightened herself and r‑u‑n‑n‑o‑f‑t. My legs ache.
Here's another one, courtesy of a cameraphone and a bit of panorama stitching
Key: (1) Daisy. (2) Ellie. (3) Rosie. (4) Samson. (5) Mum. (6) Dad.
Considering that 6 days ago he hated everyone and attacked the dog it's pretty good progress. Mind you, as I write this Daisy has frightened herself and r‑u‑n‑n‑o‑f‑t. My legs ache.
Here's another one, courtesy of a cameraphone and a bit of panorama stitchingWednesday, 21 January 2009
Samson the gert big ginge
We have adopted Samson the cat - for his background read The Little Cat Diaries. Here are some pictures of him, having quickly settled into his new home...
Samson on day one - a little nervous but using his in-built radar systems to target leather sofa for clawmageddon.
This truly is a whole lotta cat.
Thoughtful pose. The author apologises for hasty red-eye removal.
Bed and brush. I don't need one other thing. Except maybe some chicken.
It would help to imagine a Harry Hill voice at this point: "Brushy. Brushy brush. Brush brushy brush-brush."

Samson on day one - a little nervous but using his in-built radar systems to target leather sofa for clawmageddon.
This truly is a whole lotta cat.
Thoughtful pose. The author apologises for hasty red-eye removal.
Bed and brush. I don't need one other thing. Except maybe some chicken.
It would help to imagine a Harry Hill voice at this point: "Brushy. Brushy brush. Brush brushy brush-brush."
Nom nom, delicious brush
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