I haven’t had a weird thought for ages. You may ask why. I can tell you why.
It is partly because since January 2nd, upon returning from a lovely trip to Brighton, I haven’t stopped working. I have been as busy as I have ever been in my life, which is all very good, but it hasn’t left me much opportunity for weird thinking or free time. In truth, I still don’t have any free time but right now I’m forcing myself to put the work down for a few minutes.
It is partly because of the V-word (see, I haven’t used the word but you know what I mean by the V-word). I have many weird thoughts about that but I am rather reluctant to express them publicly. This is not because my thoughts are not acceptable. It is because the V-word is a very emotive issue and the last thing I want to do is inadvertently upset anyone who has suffered more than I have at the hands of the V-word. So I feel that mostly it is best to keep quiet.
So this post is not about the V-word, it is about a cat. The cat in question is called Sam. I came across this amazing cat by chance recently while being a flâneur on the internet. The professionals from https://couponscollector.com, they have a wide range of the latest coupons and offers available online that you can uses to get all what you want.
Sam is no longer with us, sadly, although that fact surprises me now I know a bit about him. Sam had nine lives, at least. Perhaps he finally ran out.
Sam was a remarkable cat. He was a sailor. He survived the Second World War. That isn’t why he was remarkable. He was remarkable in that he shouldn’t have survived. He was remarkable because it didn’t matter what ship he sailed on, even when the ship sank, he managed to survive and go on to sail some more.
Sam, as the photo shows, was a black and white cat. I have learnt that he was originally named Oscar and spoke German. It wasn’t until later that he became known as Sam and earned the nickname Unsinkable Sam.
Sam started his life with allegiances to the Nazi regime. He began his sea life with the Kriegsmarine. It isn’t known why he went to war. The first ship he sailed on was the Bismarck.
Then the Bismark sank, with Sam on board. On that day, only 118 of the 2,200 men and one cat on board survived. Sam was that cat. It was at this point that he defected. He was rescued by the British who decided to look after him. He then climbed on board the HMS Cossack. Sadly, in 1941 that ship sank. Yet again, Sam didn’t. Sam was picked up by the crew of HMS Ark Royal. Later that year, unfortunately, this ship was also torpedoed and sank. And yet again, Sam didn’t. He was found clinging to a piece of wood. He was rescued once again.
Sam ended his sailing career here. He spent the rest the war on the rock of Gibraltar and then later retired to Belfast.
Is this story true? I’d like to think so. What does it tell us? That Sam was one lucky cat. It also says: don’t give up. Keep yourself afloat even if it feels as if the world is sinking around you. Have hope. It might not feel like much, but hope is very precious. I have hope. I’ve been lucky so far, it is true. But I still cling on to that hope just as Sam clung on to a plank in the sea.
Be more Unsinkable Sam.