My name is Good Sam and I certainly am a good boy about three years old. Unfortunately, the person who meant the world to dumped me when he moved because he couldn’t be bothered to find an apartment that allowed cats.
When I entered the home of my foster dad, three things were apparent to him right away: first, how frightened I was; second, how heartbroken I was; third, how warmly I reacted to a kind touch. If I get adopted into a home with someone who will give me many such kind touches, I will respond with a warm purr and enthusiastic head butts.