Sam was the second cat I ever got. I didn't really plan to keep him.  I gave him to my parents who decided he was too much of a pain.  He liked to get up on counters and shelves and knock things off.  It seemed like he was clumsy, but really it was a ploy for attention. I took Sam back from my parents and we never looked back.  He was one of the sweetest, most laid-back cat I've met, and I never regretted bringing him back into my home. 

I'll always miss you, Doodlebug. RIP.