Here is a throwback to one of our posts the first month we was blogging in 2006 (wait, that means that Sammy and Me are Senior Catizens? NOOOOOOOOOO. I was a baby then, I'm still a baby, right?)
I'm just trying to sleep, and Sammy tries to swallow my head. Mommy said he was giving me a "wet willie" but I think he was trying to KILL me by eating my head. And then my whole head smelled like his bad breaf.