Sam came to live with me after my step-father passed away in 1993. She was a tiny Manx with about 1 inch of tail. She had the tiniest little feet and she was the reigning queen of their house. All the boys (Satin, Casey and Peter) were there for her to sleep on. She had asthma that was aggravated by the constant smoking in their household and there was a lot of damage that would never heal. She was so very skinny and couldn't gain weight. I bribed her with baby food and anything that I thought she would eat. She loved to drink out of the fish tank and fell in a couple of times. She loved to sleep on my side and would just shift positions if I rolled over.