Crikey I'm Tired ?

[CINDERS]

I go to the Dr's yesterday and left the flea bucket (He has no fleas) in charge of the house.
I get home and here is his lordship zonked on my wife's winter blanket he happened to open his I spy when I snapped the pic.
Though I must admit the last week has been a nightmare with him as around 10'ish at night his lordship has decided we need protecting from something out there in the dark!
And proceeds to running in and out of his cat flap and house growling and howling as only a Siamese can, after about an hour of it your ready for a straight jacket!

We will never ever stop him from being himself as he's had a pretty rough start to life we feel, even after 3 years with us he is petrified of plastic shopping bags rustling.
We think possibly the previous breeder of him may have tried to well lets say end his limited existence before we rang up to buy him.

But in the mean time I tell'ya I'm coming back to this household, free food, plenty of water and work ha! what's that and do what you please Mr Siamese!

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[Bob Womack]

His Dibs is a fine looking guy. I love Siamese cats! Our current dog, Boo!, is fourteen years old. He has us up every night because he misses his late sister, so I feel your pain.

Bob

[ssgross]

Had a medium haired siamese as a kid. Loved it to death. Friend had a short haired one - always thought they looked like overgrown rats.
My son at age 3 developed a severe cat allergy - had to give Mrs. Precious (real name was "Trouble") away. I had adopted her as a bachelor years earlier. Found her as a tiny kitten no bigger than my fist drowning from the rain in a ditch on a country road. Mom must've dropped her darting across the road.

Funny how cats always seem to really only care for at most 1 person in the house, if anyone at all. Trouble adored me, tolerated the kids out of plain curiosity, and thoroughly despised my wife.

[Low & Slow]

I picked up Rocco the Siamese from the shelter. We got along famously. My shooting buddy was another story. We'd come back from the range, pop a couple cold ones, and eat pistachios for a bit. He learned quickly that if he let his arm dangle too long, it would get attacked. Nothing serious, but he soon made a practice of keeping his elbow properly bent while in my house.

[RCS]

I took these photos at a pet store while buying a bed for my Black cat Leo. I could here the howling as I walked in the store, these two siamese twin sisters were howling for someone to open the door so they could take off !

The next day someone adopted these sisters and you know for certain they were going to take over and run their new home