What A Mother Does

Here's Sam, indulging in his favorite hobby, admiring The Ladies next door:



Wheezy, that saucy minx, taunts Sam by "napping" in his sightline. We all know of her unabashed flirty nature.

Now, I've made it a goal to add to Sam's joy, but I'm not about to drop Sam admist the girls and just let mayhem reign. Or Sam Jrs. be created. The solution--putting Sam is a laundry basket and gently placing it admist the girls so he can admire them up close and possibly fantasize that they think him, besides benevolent, wise and powerful, quite studly. To help matters, I carefully spread hay around the tub, so that Sam can keep on believing in his Casanova allure.

This is what a mother does for her child, especially for her definite and unapologetic favorite. Now, if Sam were human, some might think this is the equivalent of buying Playboys for their sons--and yes, its true, that Sam does spend some special time with his stuffed animal after he returns to his cage, but that's between him and his teddy bear.

I prefer to think of the hay incentive as buying a corsage for a son's prom date. It adds value to the boy, but the boy must ultimately sell himself.

While Sam is entertaining, Jonesy is often put in his cage for a change of scene. Apparently, that isn't enough for him. After looking at the ladies and the laundry basket, he was entirely too disgusted...or jealous to pose for pictures.

Life is filled with disappointments, Jones. No use pouting about it.