I once rescued a cat and named her Samantha. She was an adorable tortoise shell kitty with a white chest and green intelligent eyes.
Samantha lived a peaceful life with us and our two Dobermans for about four years, when one day a small furry gray kitten wandered into the yard. Once she realized she would have to share her supreme position with another cat, Samantha promptly got so stressed she lost most of her fur. For this she was put on steroids and gained a lot of weight. A long time went by before she decided she might as well accept the new cat. Her fur grew back,she lost the weight, and she and Sindbad, the new cat,tolerated each other for the rest of their lives. Samantha lived a long life with Sindbad and the many different dogs we rescued. No one questioned her authority, she was the Queen of all our packs.
Samantha and Sindbad
I know just about all of you in the U.S. are fed up with this:
But here in the California mountains, we have had no snow this year. So my snow dog, whose breed stems from Siberia, and this old Swede, have been longing. And Mother Nature came up with the perfect April Fool's joke and gave us not one, but two snow storms in a row, April 1st, and April 2nd. We're smiling, my dog and I.