Sammy My name is Samantha, but my friends call me Sammy. February was truly hard for me, as I lost my beloved lifelong owner. With no one able to care for me, I found myself at the animal hospital for two weeks, feeling lost and unsure of what would come next. Thankfully, HSHC welcomed me with open arms. I’m a five-year-old brown DSH tabby—already spayed, always tidy in the litter box, and tipping the scales at 14 pounds. These are the facts, but there’s so much more to me! I haven’t met very many new people, so I’m still learning to feel safe. When I get nervous, I might hiss, swat, or try to get away, but I calm down when I’m handled gently. In my foster home, I blossomed. Bit by bit, I grew brave enough to seek out pets and affection, eventually loving the gentle touch of my foster family. I watched the world from my cat shelf, but soon enough, I found the courage to explore and connect. As my confidence grew, so did my appetite for food and for friendship. When I returned to HSHC, I joined the Roaming Room with other cats. I still get nervous around strangers, but I’m warming up to everyone I see often. The kind folks at HSHC have a plan to help me settle into your home, too. I just need a patient, loving person who understands that big changes can be a little scary—but also the start of something wonderful. 4-4-26