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These are stories submitted by Siamese owners to celebrate their 'Meezers'
These pages are graciously maintained by Lana Graham
SESAME
Today I when came home from school, my parents said they were worried
about our Siamese, Sesame, because she hadn't come in last night and
didn't show up today, Friday November 13th. It is her birthday today
and so I went looking for her. She is ten today and I wanted to give
her a treat. I walked around the yard looking for her under bushes and
anywhere that looked comfortable enough to suit her. I walked into my
neighbors yard to ask them if I could check their crawl space, which
the door to is outside and because she had been locked in there once
before (but she was ok). Before I got to the door I saw her body under
one of their trees. She wasn't moving and I knew then that she was
dead. We buried her not long ago by her best friend Whiskers, who had
been hit by a car in 1992. Just last Friday my grandfather had died
and so today my dad had plowed our garden because with a burial comes
the turning of the soil. My dad didn't know he was doing it for Sesame
too. Sesame was a healthy cat and so the cause of death is unknown,
even though she was 10 years old today. My neighbor's shed was wide
open and we still don't know what is in it. We suspect poison as the
cause of death because of her position and her eyes were open. She was
too far off the road to be hit by a car. So I just wanted to tell you
this. Sesame will live in my heart forever.
e4482@yahoo.com
NINJA
Hello everybody! I'm Ninja, the most handsome, the most spoiled
Meezer in the world! I even have my own email address. I'll bet most
of you are wondering (with baited breath) how I got my name. Well, my
mom Shara, had a 17 year old cat named Rusty that she had to put to
sleep. So she decided to get something that would follow her around
the house all day yelling at her. She made a good choice! I was in a
room with 6 of my brothers. She had the nerve to start playing with
one of them--imagine! So, I jumped off of a shelf behind a chair,
where I proceeded to stick my head up when she wasn't watching. When
she would turn around, I would hide my head--just like a turtle. And
the Ninja part, isn't that obvious? Well, I would love to sit here and
talk to you all day, but mom needs the computer...
ninja turtle38@hot mail
KIKI AND COCO
My Siamese is obsessed with knocking objects over - full glasses of
milk, vases, etc. Just purely for the reason of watching the
objects fall to the ground. My other Siamese is obsessed with jumping
on top of my head - this is not an easy task as I am 5'6".
amys@playboy.com
SAILOR AND NICK
My mother has 2 cats: a silver chocolate lynx point named Sailor and
an Ocicat named Nick. Nick is very much the hunter and his favorite
toy is a Rocky Tuff Mouse. He does a funny thing with his toys - my
mother is always finding his mousy in the water dish or propped up
(face first, mind you) on the dish where his dry food is. It's so
funny! We wonder - is he feeding it or is it dinner? The 2 of them
together are really amusing. In the morning they conspire to get my
mom up - Nick takes orders from Sailor (much touching of noses and
muttering) and he digs her out of the covers and actually tries to
pick her up with his teeth if she doesn't get up. No sleeping late
around her house - cats orders! They are the best of friends - I have a
picture of them sleeping wrapped in each others arms.
shilohsmom@yahoo
CLEA
I have many stories about this 1 year old chocolate point. I will try
to remember them all. One day my friend Haley and I were
walking upstairs, with my Siberian Huskie at the top. Clea ran up the
stairs. Kelly bit at her, but missed, because Clea did a back-flip to
dodge the bite.
Clea follows me and my sister Jaime to the bus stop. But when she hears the engine
of the bus, Voooooom! She's outta here!
One day Mom and I were going somewhere. I opened
the car door and there was Clea, weak as anything, sitting on the
seat. I assume that Clea, being so friendly, followed a stranger down
the road. The person knew where the cat lived, so they brought her
back up, and started to walk again. But, again, Clea followed the
person. Now my mom is a nurse, and she works 12 hour days and nights.
She had gotten off a 12 hour night that morning, so she was sleeping.
Jaime and I were at school. The person brought Clea back up and rang
the doorbell. But, since no-one answered, the person put Clea into our
car. If you were in that situation, would you do that too?
Well, that"s all I can think of at this time, so tata!
Love, Siamese Cat Lover, Heather (e-mail me and tell me what you
think!! Remember, tell me who you are and why you are writing, and if
you are a SICC member)
margaretm@ns.sympatico.ca
MISSY
"Miss Meow", Missy was all alone in an animal shelter in
Colorado. She was absolutely petite and beautiful when I saw her. She
had her food, water and blanket pushed to one side of her pen and just
looked at me at first, then perked up when I asked her name. I
couldn't figure out why someone dumped her in that cage. She might
have health trouble, but I didn't care. I later got laid off. She
would always keep me company, lay in my lap or holler if I didn't come
in before dark. She used both scratching posts and had a love for
chewing on anything plastic! She would always wait outside the
bathroom door when I was taking a shower and puff up like a little
sphinx on the carpet. We had a special language, 'purr grunt'. We
conversed often and I could understand her different meows. Later we had to
put her to sleep because of an enlarged heart and a blood clot that formed. It
was absolutely devastating. It has been about 5 years since then, and I
still love her. All cats are special; however, Siamese are the best!
bdllrlco1@juno.com
PHOENIX
I will never forget the day I took a little adventure. My so called
owner, Lauren, was walking me, which was fun for a little while, but
then I got tired and she just didn't seem to get the picture. I slipped
out of my collar and ran. I could tell she was chasing me and I got
excited for a new chasing game! We played the game for a while, I was
surprised she could keep up with me! Stupid me though, I saw a bird
and lost my concentration, and she caught me. She didn't seem to be
happy with me, I don't know why. She carried me the rest of the way
home and wouldn't let me down to walk by myself. I don't know why she
was mad at me, she won the game, I would be happy if I had won the
game. I just don't get humans.
l_v_b_98@yahoo.com
ADQUAMS LUCKY PASHA
When Adquams Lucky Pasha (Duncan to his closest chums) was a kitten,
he always got up to some sort of mischief. One day, I returned home
to find my chocolate point kitten was now a jet black blob!!! On
closer inspection I discovered it was coal dust. The little blighter
had been up the chimney. However, this was not a 'one off', on several
occasions I was met by a small black meezer running about the house!!
As Duncan grew up, he began to venture out more and began to hunt.
I have had several 'offerings' of rabbits and other small furry
rodents. As with many other Siamese , Duncan is the boss in our
house. The terrier dog bows before him, and the collie next door runs
whimpering should Duncan look at him. He chases other cats off his
territory, except one, Yindy the Balanese, they must be able to relate
to one another!!
3Hortonk@stranraer.dumf-galo.sch.uk
HERSHEY KISS
As most people know, Siamese are pretty smart cats, However
there is a range of smart and not so smart. My cat, Hershey Kiss, falls
into the lower end of that range. In fact I call him the "Forest Gump of
Siamese". Just to give you a few examples---He is the only cat I
know that managed to light his entire tail on fire--he was trying to help
me cook dinner and laid his tail on the glowing hot burner. He
burned a good portion of his whiskers off TWICE by sticking his face in a
candle flame. He absolutely loves everyone-complete strangers
the most. Hershey will run up to people, stand up on his hind legs
and paw on their thighs to get their attention. Needless to say this
can be a little embarrassing for people since he is a very long and tall
cat. He loves to jump on top of the hot water heater and then
walks around the basement ON TOP OF THE FURNACE DUCTWORK. Is
this weird or what? He once jumped down the clothes-shoot and crawled up
and got stuck in the sub floor. He likes to crawl in the dryer-not a good
place for a cat! He has done so many dumb things I really
question what his IQ is. Fortunately he is a very loving and demanding cat
so I have to keep a close eye on him.
ROSE AND BELLE
MEOW. I am the Royal Highness Rose and with me is my first
assistant, Belle, both Seal Point Siamese. Please excuse any mis-spelled
words as our paws often cause us to hit the wrong keys. Our parents,
Keri and Chris, are not fuzzy but we love them anyway because they
feed us and sing songs about us. Most importantly, they leave us so
many toys to play with and hide, such as dollar bills, credit card receipts,
pens, lipstick, etc. Sometimes, Keri (mummy) leaves her jewelry
box open and it is like an amusement park. There are necklaces that
can be tossed up in the air, and oh heck, the whole thing can just be
knocked over for fun! To all of you new kitties out there, remember one
thing: the best time to work, you know, run up and down the
hall as fast and as loud as possible and knock all of the clothes off of the
shelves, is in the middle of the night. The reason for this is that
if you do it while they are asleep, you can concentrate on making
tons of noise and avoid distractions, like giving your parents
attention.
You can always nap in the day or while they watch TV, but you
get the most done at night. Well, that's all for now. MEOW.
khbartok@yahoo.com
SMOKEY
A week ago I was walking around in my driveway and I noticed a
Siamese Kitten walking along with me. When I noticed her I
called out; "come here kitty" and it was like she didn't even notice me at first. I
walked up to her, picked her up and brought her inside, laid
her down and sat next to her. The first hour that we had her, she
looked kind of weak so we fed her some cat food that we had for the
feral cats living in the woods behind our house. A day later he was
back in good shape and we tried to find his other people with no luck, so
now we have a cute little seal point kitten. The second day that we
had the Siamese Kitten was the day that she got her name. We named
her Smokey cause she looked like she had walked through some
smoke and ashes. She is a very frisky cat for a kitten. She purrs like a car
almost. She get's very playful when she plays by herself and seems
to run after nothing at all. It's almost like she see's something that
we can't see and runs after it. I love my cat but she's in to something
already so got to go. Love, Jon and Smokey, the pain in butt kitten.
david97@avana.net
MR. PIPKINS
Let me tell you of the great feather duster robbery that took place
last summer. It was a glorious summer evening when the crime
took place.
We were sitting in the garden when Mr. Pipkins, our Lilac Tabby
Point
appeared from over our six foot high fence carrying its prey. This
turned out to be a four foot long feather duster stolen from some
poor
neighbours house. He preceded to kill the innocent duster with
extreme
prejudice. Enquires to find the identity of the duster achieved no
success and yet again Mr. Pipkins walked free to terrorize the
neighbourhood. So be warned and lock up your cleaning utensils.
peter@thomson72.freeserve.co.uk
GRADY
Meow! Hello, humans. My name (given to me by my humans, not
my
choice) is Grady, although I am usually called Duke, the name of
their
prevoius meezer. One day I was strutting around the house, as
usual,
when my humans, Elke, Lisa, Shae, Greg and their two human
friends,
I sensed were in a great hurry to get somewhere. I figured that I
would be put out into my lair, although my humans call it the
garage,
but I was strangley kept inside. I was not used to being inside the
house alone, and with no humans to say no or set me down off
of
forbidden places, I decided to do some exploring. I jumped up on
a rug
chair, and saw a ledge with a peculiar looking thing on it ( I
learned
later that it was called a vase) that I thought I would investigate.
I jumped gracefully up to the ledge; and just as I was about to
peer
into the peculiar looking thing, it toppled to the floor with a
CRASH!
I will admit I high-tailed it out of there with my tail as big as a
coffee can, but the rest would take away my dignity. I will say
that when my humans got home, I learned not to get up on that
ledge
anymore, the hard way!
merm@skynet.com
DAKOTA AND CHANG
Dakota, a seal point 4 year old male, entered this life two
days after
the finest cat who ever lived decided he was being called to
The
Bridge. His name was chosen because Dakota is an Indian
name for
adventurous spirit. He doesn't know the meaning of fear or
the word
no! Eating is a major challange as he is hanging from
someone's wrist
while screaming at the top of his lungs. All meats are
considered his
private property and he has been known to drag a nine
pound roast off
the counter and "kill" it under the piano. His usual partner in
crime
is his full brother, Chang. Chang is 5 years old and a
bluepoint.
Between the two of them, the house rocks on its
foundation and there
are a few cracks in the walls from being hit by a Siamese
missle.
Grilling out is a problem as they crowd the patio doorway
and content
themselves with running commentaries about how the
meat is being
cooked, the state of the world, when is the meat going to
be done, the
stupidity of the dog, isn't it time to bring in the meat, the
strange
neighbor cats, get the meat in here NAOW! I am grateful for
the two of
them and even more so for the other two who are certainly
easier to
live with!
FLKL55A@Prodigy.com
SWEETGINNY
On Saturday Jan 9, I was adopted by an all black oriental
Shorthair.
She was in the employee parking lot at Ballys Casino,
Las Vegas, actively searching out anyone to take her home.
You can read the story here:
http://hometown.aol.com/sweetginny/page/index.htm
SweetGinny@aol.com
CHEWY
Hi there! My name is Chewbacca A.K.A. Chewy, I'm going to be 2 years
old on February 22. I am a chocolate point siamese who is extremely
vocal, especially when my mommy leaves to go to work!! I have the
biggest and brightest blue eyes anyone has ever seen, not to mention
the most human personality any cat can have! I have a favorite toy,
it's a purple string that came out of one of my mommy's sweaters! She
says that you can buy a cat the most expensive toys in the world, and
a cat will only play with the free ones! I also have the most unique
quality, I suck on the tip of my tail! When my mommy goes to sleep at
night or when she holds me I suck on my tail like a baby would a
soother! I have a buddy and his name is Harley, whenever Harley is
sleeping somewhere I pounce on him, make him get up and then I steal
his warm bed! Mommy doesn't like it much when I do that.
Harley doesn't like it when I talk, he sometimes comes over to me and swats
at my head to get me to stop if I talk while he is trying to sleep.
For some reason mommy thinks that's funny! Well I have to go now
there are buddy's to chase and strings to drag around! See you again
real soon.
Love: Chewy
gerrits@stratford.webgate.net
TIGGER
This story is in tribute to meezers everywhere. One night,
as
we drove home from a friend's house there came an event
that every cat
lover dreads. There came a flash of fur that darted under
our car and
the dreadful -thump-. My wife and I turned the car around
with our
hearts in our throats and hoped for the best. Our fears
were
confirmed as we saw a large Siamese laying in the road.
As we came
closer we found, to our relief, that the cat was still
breathing. I
wrapped the large tom in my coveralls that I keep in the car
and we
hurried to the vets. We were relieved that our town had a
24-hour
live-in veterinarian. The tom was named Crash by the nurses
in the
clinic and was treated for minor bleeding in his lungs. As
there were
no tags on 'Crash' he was sent from the vets to the Haven
Humane. We
kept checking on him and no one had come to claim him.
When the dawn
of his being put to sleep became imminent, we made the
(not so hard)
decision of adopting the 10lb tom. We paid for his release
and
brought him home to nurse his healing lungs. While Crash
healed, we
placed many signs around the neighborhood where he was
hit and even an
ad in the paper, which turned up no owners. We fully
adopted this
loving cat into our home and re-named him Tigger, as he
sprung back to
a full recovery. Where he has been a joy to the whole family
ever
since.
ladybug310_@yahoo.com
T.J.
I was sitting at our apt. building and heard an awful cry
coming from
out side, so I went outside to see what was going on,
behold I saw a
meezer being chased by a dog (looked like he was hungry
for kitty).I
ran out and picked up the furball of nerves and brought him
into our
home. After a couple hours, watching the kitten for a
while,noticing
that it looked like our next door neighbors kitten. I went next
door to
find out that the kitten I was holding was a look a like of
my
neighbors kitten, as their kitten was playing in the window
sill. So I
took the kitten back to my place. I had given him a flea bath
so my
other cats wouldn't get fleas. Thinking of what to do
next,came up with
nothing. When my husband got home from work, I asked if I
could keep the
meezer. Of course after looking for his owner. No luck for 2-3
months. I
gave up and gave meezer a name.....T.J. He had also decided
to adopt me
=). He waits in the window until I come home from
work. He also likes
to headbutt me and sleep with me (I should say on me). I
had found out
later that he was a Lynx Point Meezer.I dont think anyone
could come
and claim him now.
ladybug310_@yahoo.com
SAGE
Our 18 month old lilac point, Sage, has proved himself to be
an
inquisitive and astoundingly clever pussy cat - as a little
kitten he
taught my husband and I to play fetch, and has charmed us
with his
often eccentric behaviour. While we have purchased many
'cat toys'
for Sage, this independent boy prefers to hunt down his
own. When he
isn't seeking out elasticised ponytail ties to shove under the
lavatory door in an attempt to embroil an unsuspecting
occupant in a
game of 'tennis', Sage is on an eternal quest to salvage a
'new' one
of my childhood soft toys from cardboard box storage. Yet,
above
anything else, this hot-blooded (neutered) kitty has a real
hankering
for beautiful, plasticised women! I have been forced to
pack away my
mother's Barbie Doll, because Sage insisted on dragging her
from the
shelf in our living room, only to gently disrobe and
abandon the poor
doll under my bed! When caught and admonished for
'sleazy'
adventures, Sage will let out a guilty "eh-eh-eh-eh-eh" in
explanation! Sage is always a fabulous conversationist -
meowing in
thoughtful response on any topic - and the best of
company, even when
in one of his 'moods', where he will slyly pander and
encourage us to
pat his belly (as an excuse to wrestle and bite the
'offending'
hand!) How we love this rascally and often grumpy young
man dearly!
samoneunderwood@hotmail.com
LOKI
Let me tell you about my little Siamese friend. His name is
Loki,
and besides my girlfriend, he is the second most important
"person" in
my life. While I have always been a cat fan, I have never
owned a
Siamese and had no idea what I was in for. Loki does a
number of
things that I have never seen done by a cat or any other pet
for that
matter. For starters, he walks on a leash like a dog. This
provides
endless fascination from passersby who observe us walking
our cat and
also serves as the impetus for immediate conversation from
perfect
strangers. Loki likes to ride in the car and accompanies my
girlfriend and I on many an errand. Also, Loki will jump
up into our
arms from a seated position on the floor or bed.
Occassionally he
does this when we are not ready to catch him which makes
for an
awkward flop right back on the floor, but these times are
rare. Truth
be told however, he does have his share of some
unfavorable
characteristics, as do we all. First, he is definitely a talker.
While I do enjoy the conversations we really can maintain,
sometimes
he just won't shut up. There are times such as; when we are
eating
dinner, talking on the phone, watching TV, trying to read,
etc., when
he simply won't be quiet. This can definitely drive you to
distraction if not outright bonkers, but our love for him is
not
diminished. Also his habit of yelling at us as we are
preparing his
dinner is rather obnoxious. All told though, he is my most
special
friend and our lives are that much richer since he has
entered our
home.
minlokwat@yahoo.com
T-BEAR
My little T-Bear couldn't let any conversation go on without
insisting on being included. When I talked on the phone,
she quacked
every few seconds and purred in between. Then she started
answering
the phone by jumping up onto the table, knocking it off
the hook, and
quacking while the caller was saying, "Hello? Hello?" I
made it
easier for her in her old age when I bought a speaker
phone, and then
all she had to do was step on the button.
cclark@bpl.org
COCO
Our meezer Coco (a.k.a. The Co, Mothra, Pokachachio,
Co-ee-oh, Poke-A
-Nose, etc. etc.) HATES the dishes. She complains when
they're put
into the dishwasher, taken out of the dishwasher, put into
the
cabinet, and taken from the cabinet. She's so disapproving
of the
whole dish-idea that she even complains the instant the
dishwasher is
opened, before a single dish is touched. She stands just
outside the
kitchen and shouts, "ya! yaaaaayayayaya! yaw! yeow!
yaaaaayaya!
yawp!" The sound is similar to the "chattering" sounds she
makes
when she sees birds outside the window, but with a
distinctly angry
and complaining note to it that increases the "ear-piercing
factor".
If spoken to while in this agitated state, she will up the
volume on
her comments and double the rate at which they leave her
mouth. "YA!!
YAAAAAYAYAYAAA!! YAWP! YAAA!!" She also lowers her
ears to the
*sides* of her head as she hollers. She sounds truly
miserable - but
if it's really that bad, why doesn't she go to another room?
Anyone?
r33n@yahoo.com
SIAM
As a child, I always wanted a Siamese Cat. Imagine my
surprise, when
I heard an unmistakable Siamese voice wailing from a
garbage can one
day. When I looked inside, I saw a black and white cat. But
he *spoke*
meezer fluently! I kept him (but dumped his ear mites and
fleas) and
I
have never had a better friend. Were I blind, his voice and
the
kink in his tail would have fooled me. For 17 years he saw
me through
my childhood and well into adulthood. He loved to hear
me whistle and
would sit on my lap to pat at my mouth playfully. If I
played piano,
there he was patting at the keys along with me. He hated
to be laughed
at (which was often with his antics) and would fly into a
comical rage
if anyone did. He once flew across the room to correct my
laughing
mother with a soft-pawed slap - he never used his claws to
hurt us. He
would present himself in the doorway of whatever room I
was working in
at 11:00 sharp to inform me it was bedtime - even after I
was into my
20's. He would fetch thrown balls of tinfoil (his favorite
toy) and
go into catnip-like frenzies over the shoes of family
members. I can
still see him, head buried up to the ears in the toe of my
favorite
shoes. He may have appeared to be wearing a tuxedo, but
he had the
heart and soul (and voice!) of a Siamese. What I would
have given to
have one year more than the 20 he lived... His name? Siam,
of course!
hannova@radix.net
FANTASY
Fantasy is a beautiful Tortie point...She will be 3 years old in
April..She has a definite split down her pretty face, which
gives her
a unique look..Fantasy is a true 'companion' cat...She is
always a
part of everything..She spent the first 6 months of her life
with our
15 year old DSH..When we lost him to kidney failure,
Fantasy was there
to comfort us...Fan enjoys her fake furry mice..They are the
smaller
type, so she can be heard 'talking' to them often as she
carries them
around....I find them in and around the food dish..She also
sleeps
'under' the covers and insists on bringing her mice to
bed..She treats
them like they are her 'babies'..Fantasy will also 'fuzz' her
tail 2
to 3 times it's size when she gets excited or startled..Fantasy
is
the joy of our life..When I ask ,"Where is Fantasy?", it
sounds as if
she will say. "Right here!"..
hastys@erols.com
MEOW
Meow was the most wonderful cat. He was an applehead
chocolate point.
We loved him very much. He came to us when we were
remodeling a house
and lived in a penthouse on top of an old hotel back in
1978. My 6
year old brother, Chris, was always bringing cats to my
mother to see if
he could keep them. Since we were living in a small place at
the time,
my mother always declined. But one day Chris found Meow
in the
downstairs lobby and begged Mom to let him keep him.
Mom said no, but
Chris persisted and just begged her to "just let me bring him
up so
you can look at him." She gave in and it was love at first
sight. We
didn't know how old he was, he was not a kitten, and
seemed in his
prime. He was very affectionate and beautiful. Someone must
have loved
him very much. We placed ads, but thank God no one
claimed him. Meow
died last November. He was at least 20 years old. I miss him
terribly.
When we got him, I was 2 years old, and I'm afraid I wasn't
always his
favorite. When I was little, I used to pull his tail, and dress
him in
baby clothes, which he detested. But when I was sick, he
would sleep
at the foot of my bed and watch over me. I once read an
article that
said cats don't really love you. That they just want food and
a nice
place to sleep. But Meow loved us. It's not the same without
him.
DemoCat3@aol.com
AKASHA
My little darling is named Akasha, after the Queen of the
Damned
(Anne Rice-Vampire Chronicles). Little did I know that when I
named
her that she really was a vampire. "Kash" likes to believe
that
biting is actually a sign of affection. As with so many of the
other
Siamese Stories, my spawn is quite the ruler. It's either her
way or
the highway. She enjoys sitting on my shoulder, napping in
the
bathroom when I take a shower (she loves the heat), drives
my other cat
crazy and NEVER shuts up. But that is one of the reasons I
love her.
She is very affectionate, and if you don't pet her she'll grab
your
hand with her paw until you do. Even though she has a very
sensitive
tummy she loves all kinds of food. Her favorite snacks are
butter,
garlic, mayo and of course the cream filling of twinkies. Like
other
Siamese, she also believes that she is a dog. If she doesn't
get her
way when she wants something, especially one of her toys,
she runs
around growling and bouncing off things she knows she is not
supposed to.
Just this morning while I was cooking, she got mad so she
decided to
bounce off the full length mirror we had just taken off the
door. Yes,
it smashed to the floor. But, other than the seven years bad
luck,
Akasha is fine.
BUDDY
The Meezer whom owns us was found in a ditch by our
paper-boy. We
never saw a kitten like this one, it had a short, curly tail. He
jumped over everything, and into our hearts. He was born
and raised
on the island of KAUAI; we all survived Hurricane INIKI. His
name
was KIT-KAT; but it now is BUDDY, because that's who he
is.
mporter639@aol.com
LUCY
One night in late August, my sister left her window open. She
had
forgotten that the window didn't have a screen on it, and fell
asleep.
My kitten, Lucy, jumped out the window and onto a small
ledge that my
sister and I have outside. Unfortunately for Lucy, she couldn't
find
her way back inside so she did the only thing she could. She
came to
my window, which was also open but had a screen, and
cried. Since I
am not a "heavy sleeper" it woke me up right away. I walked
awkwardly
over to the window to see what was wrong, then I realized
who was out
there! It was Lucy. I opened up the screen, and she
immediately jumped
into my arms. From that night on, she always sleeps in my
room, and my
sister has learned to keep that window closed.
lbichickie@quackquack.com
JAZZIN' GRAND POOBAH
My name is Jazzin' Grand Poobah, but I'm known to my
people as
Dooosh. I came to them last summer, supposedly to replace
something
they call "The Fleetwood" and "Catalac" Apparently I'm much
smaller
than he was, but I am far more intelligent and lots more fun.
I fetch
my piglet when I want to play, and drop it next to the
human I've
chosen to be my playmate for the day. I am extremely
athletic and can
jump quite high to grab piglet out of mid-air. I also jump up
to my
human's shoulder to curl around her neck and purr.
Sometimes she
doesn't realize I'm there. I laughed for hours the morning
she got on
the scale and forgot I was with her!!!!!! I also have
discovered the
way to keep my humans in the house with me is to chew all
their
shoelaces off. When they have other humans over that I
want to stay
with us, I eat their shoelaces too, so they stay longer. I do
look
quite elegant when I need to, and at those brief moments, I
am the
Elegant Dooosh.
psburda@ohio.net
SOSUMI
My Siamese Cat named SOSUMI is really crazy. She does a lot
of wacky
things!
1.) We have a pet pig and she sleeps with him and
cleans
his ears! YUCK!
2.) When we open the milk, we throw the
milk ring
on the ground instead of putting it into the garbage because
Sumi
likes to pick it up and bring it to us. Then we throw it and
say
"FETCH". And you know what? She does!
3.) Once, we put
my karate
belt squiggly on the couch so it looked like a snake. When
we throw my
cat on the couch, she bounced off, hardly even touching it.
4.)
Sitting by a toaster, when something pops up, she jumps
HIGH.
5.)
When we are on the computer, she sits on the top because
of how warm
it is. (in fact, she is doing that right now!)
6.) My cat purrs
louder than thunder.
7.) My cat runs around the house
every
morning. When she does that, we call her bullet.
SHE DOES
A LOT OF
OTHER THINGS BUT I HAVE TO GO. BYE! "meow!"
MUDSLIDE TARHEEL
Hi! My name in Mudslide Tarheel and I'm a one year old seal
pointe. I
run the house, 2 other cats and 2 humans. One of the other
cats is
older but he was easy to conquer. My female human is
going to have a
little human for me to dominate! I am so excited. I am afraid
he is
going to be trouble. One of my favorite places to lay is on
the female
human's tummy. Lately, the little human has been trying to
kick me
off. I have to smack my human's belly to let the little one
know who
is boss. Soemtimes it turns into quite a fight. I have the
female
human wrapped around my paw. She loves me, and who
wouldn't? I am
beautiful. I am also the first Siamese for my humans. I think
they are
hooked.
TURNERZ@prodigy.net
TORKEY
My Siamese Cat is named Torkey. He is like my alarm clock.
When he
wants fed, no matter what time it is, HE WANTS FED
NOW!!!! He wakes
up my mom, my dad, and me with his big mouth. After he is
fed, he
comes running up the stairs to go back to bed with me.
Every night I
have to smell his stinky breath because he sleeps on my
pillow and
gives me kisses. Even though I hate the smell of his breath,
I deal
with it because I love him very much!!!!
hrsepwr@cros.net
SHERRY
Hi folks, most call me Sherry, but my real name is
Sherezarde like out of the forty arabian nights. I'm a 17 yr
Seal
Point Meezer and live in Centreville, VA with my Dad and
Mom and other
kids (four-legged type). In my life I have been through three
household moves and I hope this is the last. I let Dad and
Mom know I
wasn't happy by keeping them up all night (first night in new
house)
this last time, and I hope they remember that someone my
age kind of
likes to settle down permanently, and not move every 6 or 7
years.
Other than that, I like laps and snuggling, headbutting
carriding,
shoulder vouching (mom don't dare walk me, as they might
drag me) and
all the things of a typical meezer. Up until several days
ago, I
was kind of lonely, as my companion passed away 3 months
ago. Dad and
Mom got me a companion, he's 13 yrs old and I think I
might like him,
just have to give him time. But other than that got to go, I
have a
house to run and lets see what kind of mischief Porcia and
Calpurnia are
into. Sometimes even little girls still need a mom.
Marguerite.Kendall@mci.com
CHELSY
We cried this weekend like we would for our own
child.
Chelsy, our Seal-point Siamese went missing on Friday night
and on
Sunday morning we found that she had been killed by a
passing car.
She was the second Siamese that I owned, but we loved her
dearly. She
had many of the typical Siamese traits. She loved to play
fetch and
to go for a walk with me. She talked to us constantly and
brought us
many a gift. Thank goodness we still have Jasmine, our
chocolate
point to turn to and love, but Jasmine is missing Chelsy too.
There is
no dearer cat than a Siamese.
Jamesvw@gobal.co.za
KAT
My little Kat is a psychic cat. She can see the "spirits" and
even
communicate with them. I know that because when she
"speaks" she uses
a unique kind of sound, similar to the clacking of the human
tongue.
This is confirmed by a psychic, and we also heard from the
breeder of
Kat that he used to have a cat who was able to do the same
thing. Kat
is a very strong willed cat, but one thing that we're very
proud of,
that she NEVER begs for our food. She's not even interested
in eating
human food. Whenever I have some food in my plate, she
would only
sniff it, as if checking if the food is safe or not. Although
she's
very small, she's one tough feline. She likes to dominate
other
cats, especially female cats. She usually does that by winning
the
howling contest. But she can be very sweet when she wants
to, and be
able to tell whenever I feel sad, because she would come to
me and
gives a kiss on the lips.
sikatsu@yahoo.com
PRINCE ANWAR
SOMEDAY MY PRINCE WILL COME
It was early June 1998. I
had been
looking for a Siamese Cat for 2 years off & on (convincing my
family
was 95% of the battle). One Mother's Day I came home from
work & the
family informed me that they "tried" to get me a Siamese
(looking thru
the Sunday Ads, but could not). They gave me a "rain-check"
on the
kitty & I held them to their word. I decided that if I wanted
something done right I had to do it myself. I was about to
leave my
work & the animal shelters were about to close, when I took
the sunday
paper & called the Merriam Animal Shelter. I asked if they had
a
Siamese & they said that an adult male, apple head, seal
point stray,
named Prince, had just come off of quarantine for feline
lukemia, & was
pronounced well, so he was available. I arrived at the shelter
close to
their closing time and was put in a room to spend some time
with my
cat. I explained that I had been wanting a Siamese for 15
years since
I left home. They let me know that Prince was wild, a stray,
and of
unknown age, but all I could see was the most beautiful
arrogant,
outgoing, cocky alpha apple headed seal point male I had
ever laid my
eyes on. He was big- boned but pitifully underweight. His
eyes were
huge. He came right to me, head butted me, & I knew he was
meant to be
my cat. He is no longer skinny but he is tamer & more loving
than
ever. Prince Anwar is the boss, & my other 2 cats know it.
flyingeggs1@juno.com
HERSHEY-HERSHEY KISS-THE FOREST GUMP
Hi-My name is Hershey-Hershey Kiss-the Forest Gump of
Siamese. I'm
big, stubborn and STUPID. My mom thinks I'm stupid just
because I lit
my entire tail on fire by laying it on the hot stove burner,
burned
off my whiskers twice by putting my face in a candle, got a
concussion
by running into a door frame while chasing my older
brother and got
stuck in the subfloor after jumping down the laundry
shoot-just to
tell some of the highlights of my career. I make my mom
laugh alot
and even the Vet says I'm a "handful". I lost my older
brother in
December and now have a new little brother, Cobalt Blue,
who I'm
training to be my side-kick. But he is alot smarter and
doesn't seem
to understand the thrill of jumping up on the hot water
heater, over
the furnace ductwork, over the furnace bonnet and then
walk across the
exhaust pipes near the ceiling of the basement.
He is just
afraid to fall-I have several times and I got to see the Vet
once
afterwards. OK-an eight foot fall onto a cement floor kinda
hurt-OK?
My mom says it's a good thing Siamese get 18 lives-they
get double
cause they're so much trouble. I've used up several already
and I'm
only four. I'm always looking for new thrills and my favorite
thing
is anyone who walks in the door-I love strangers. My
favorite
pasttime is shredding paper. Newspaper is good but mom's
paperwork
from work-especially those expensive scientific journals are
the best.
I did her one favor though-I shredded her appointment card
for her
dentist and she wouldn't have gone at all if they hadn't
called to
remind her-Oh Well.
mdoyle@asapnet.net
SWEET MEEZER
Siamese Cats have to be the sweatest cats in the world! I
had a cat
that was only part meezer once. There was a small hole
that led under
our house near the front. He would run and then jump
out...right
into my arms to be cuddled! Im not lying! (His mum was a
Calico).
isis_x2@yahoo.com
ARISTOTLE
About a month ago, I was enduring a brief sojourn at a
"Humane
Society" in Atlanta, something about my ex-human's fiance
being
allergic, if you can imagine! I'd been there about three
days, and
was reposing in the "boys" room with some other gents--
the boys room
is grand because it has wonderful blocks to climb on and
large windows
that look out onto the human enclosures-- when I caught
sight of a
female human coming through the door, just as she caught
sight of me.
The poor thing started jumping up and down, and though I
couldn't hear
her through 3 walls of glass, I could see that she was
squealing
something about "a meezer." She scurried through the
labyrinth of
hallways, to the door to the boys' lounge, and because she
seemed so
desperate for attention, I strolled out to greet her. The
next thing
you know we're in a car on I-75 and she keeps saying
"Sebastian,"
which is what my traitorous ex-human used to call me.
Needless to
say, I declined to respond. At last she took the hint, and
began
listing other names in a Rumplestiltskinesque fashion.
When she lit
upon "Aristotle" I yowled my approval from the back seat,
and have
retained that worthy moniker ever since.
christinekoch@mindspring.com
ARISTOTLE
You may remember me from the amusing 'tail' about how I
chose my own
name. But be not amazed, I have greater talents yet. A 5
year old
bluepoint, I have been living in my new home only about a
month, but
it took me very little time to devise a way to let my new
human know
how I feel about the business of being left alone with the
other cats
to our own devices. Whenever she leaves, I step on the
"memo" button
of her answering machine and yowl into the microphone for
3 or 4
minutes. I usually do this at least twice a day. With time
and
patience, I am sure Christine will eventually understand that
she is
not to leave the premises without my express consent.
christinekoch@mindspring.com
KELSO
Hi, just joined today and decided I must tell you about one
of my
meezers, Kelso. He wishes in his blue point heart that he
was an only
cat, so he contents himself with the solitary attention he
gets when I
take a bath. He paces around, talking about everything,
(particularly
that very handsome looking cat in the mirror), and then, if I
happen
to be reading in the tub, he very carefully steps from the
side of the
bath onto my dry chest and settles himself down and purrs
deeply. He
has me all to himself, and he knows I am not going
anywhere.
fidraisle@netscape.net
MAGGIE
Here’s my story of how little Maggie came into my life.
Now she is a
non-meezer, mind you, but when you hear how she came to
me, you’ll
understand why I believe she was "sent" and not found.
When I
returned from my vacation I realized how thin my precious
friend, soul
-mate and favorite meezer in the world had become.
William has been
my closest companion for 15 years and means the world to
me. Not
seeing him for a few days, I could really see how slight his
build had
become, something we’d been struggling with for some
time. The visit
to the vet confirmed his condition was, indeed deteriorating
due to
kidney failure. Anyone who has truly developed a bond
with an animal
knows how gut wrenching this news can be. I was
completely
devastated. How was I going to cope? The next morning I
was
turning into the parking lot of my work. It is more like a
campus of
professional buildings, no homes in sight. My emotions
were of course
running high, I was fighting back tears the entire drive.
Just as I
turned onto the lot, I was thinking, "oh God, how am I
going to make
it without William? What will I do with Katy, my other
precious
meezer? She will have no friend! How can I bring another
cat into my
heart?" At that precise moment, a tiny black and white
form ran
just in front of my car. My mind said, "ok God!! I’ll take
that
challenge!" I slammed on my brakes and without even
looking for
traffic, jumped out of my car. I managed to catch up to
the little
creature in about 2 leaps and clutched it to my chest. I
was
literally shaking and stunned. As I turned, a woman also in
pursuit
of this kitten came running up. She wanted the cat.
This cat.
This little cat. The cat in my hands… She offered to call
the
APA for me. But, but, but…(do I want this cat? What am
I doing?)
Snap. Decision, locked, sealed. I opened my mouth and
the whole
William story and how this kitten was meant to find me
poured out
through tears of fear, shock and surprise. All in about 5
seconds.
The poor stunned woman put her hand on my arm and
simply said, "Relax
honey, you can have the cat." Back at my desk the next
day I am
still contemplating whether or not this new little 5 week old
will
become a permanent fixture to my home…I log onto my
horoscope for the
day. Among other things it read, "It's a good day to adopt
a pet who
needs your care and attention. Their unconditional love is
a
wonderful cure for the blues." I’m keeping the cat.
Here it
is a week later. William is doing better (I am so thankful)
and the
kitten is vet-approved healthy (not even fleas!) much fatter
and
happy… Punkin, a striped tabby who is supposed to be a
stray, (but
has lived in my back yard for the past 2 years, (and of
course has a
house, a name he recognizes, his own food bowl, etc.
yeah, yeah, you
get the picture) has been hanging around my front door
more often. I
think he thought the old man was kicking it and he was
getting
shotgun. That’s the only explanation I can find to the
cross hatch
"9" he keeps writing in chalk on the stoop. Right next to a
skull and
cross bones. Sorry, Punkin, looks like it’s number eight.
And little
Katy? The meezer I worried would be lonely? Hates the
living $%$#@
out of the new cat! She’ll adjust, I know. Already is
coming around
actually. I have accepted my fate in life. I have officially
become the crazy cat lady on my block. (Just look for the
"sucker"
door mat.) Didn’t think this would happen until I was at
least 70!
So I've decided to start wearing only sweatshirts with
cutesy cat
pictures on them. Plastic cat dangle earrings…I have even
bought a
lovely new painting to hang above my fireplace. Cats
playing
poker. (What else?)
schroe676@aol.com
RAINBOW BRIDGE
This is a general thought, about the Rainbow Bridge, since
many of my
meezers have crossed it, sadly (cancer, stroke,
hyperthyroid). And I
have often wondered, what is it that lies on the other side
of the
Bridge? And in my mind's eye, this is how I envision it,
there is an
infinitely large white marble temple. If you have been very,
very
good, and treated your meezers with care and love, you will
one day
cross that bridge yourself, and in that temple you will be
shown to a
very special room. In that room there will be all of your
meezers, all
young and healthy once more, your only job will be to play
with them
and love them. If there is another definition of paradise, I
do not
want to know about it.
fidraisle@netscape.net
OMAR
My Siamese was born on April 10, 1998 which happens to
fall on Omar
Shariff's Birthday, so I named him Omar. He's my third
Siamese after
my dearly departed Cleo and Max. Being a junior cat in
the
neighbourhood he tends not to be territorial and gets along
famously
with his pussy friends. Omar likes to lick water out of the
tub and
chase birds next door. I've seen a mouse in my apartment
that has had
the wisdom not to make an appearance since Omar's
arrival. He's great
company and hopefully will live a long and healthy life.
Joseph.Shea@dbis.ns.ca
TAJ AND JAZZ
A love story. In July, 1978, I received Taj, an
8 wk.
old chocolate point apple head, with the biggest blue eyes
and a
typical crooked Siamese Tail. He thought he was a dog. He
fetched
Bizzy Balls, terrorized my friend's Maltese, came when
called, slept
on my shoulder every night and always greeted me at the
door. In 1981,
I reluctantly agreed to take in Jazz, a 4 mo. old stray seal
point.
She had been abused and beaten and did not like to be
touched by
humans, although she would come to you on her terms. I
planned on
placing her with a friend because I was so close to Taj I
didn't want
to share him. But Taj had other plans. They bonded
immediately. When I
brought Jazz to the vet overnight to have the pin removed
from her
leg, Taj stayed by the door the entire day waiting for her
return.
Obviously, I kept Jazz and watched their love story for the
next 18
years. These two were inseparable. They even looked like
the
male/female version of the same cat. Everyone thought
they were
related. When Taj became ill last year with advanced kidney
failure
and arthritis, Jazz remained by his side at all times,
grooming him
and sitting quietly while I administered his fluids. I put Taj
to
sleep last week. Needless to say, both Jazz and I are quite
devastated. Taj was a beautiful, loving animal.
bchaikin@optonline
MASATOSHI
May be, who knows? Do you know? Horus, a Siamese Cat,
was bought from
a nice family in December 1996. He was, because he is a
male, a very
kindly kitty. His mission was to learn to live in different
places
with me, but the most important thing was to teach me
how they can
speak to the Humans. After several beautiful days, I believe
that I
understand some of Horus. He takes the tongue outside his
mouth to
tell me that he is hungry or maybe thirsty. He taught me
how he can
give a kiss, just with the nose make a softly touch, that is
a kiss.
Maybe some other persons understand any other ways of their
cats, but I
can say that I understand in better way, my new cat
Masatoshi.
Pablocamp@mixmail.com
SIMBA
Siamese Hanger. It was a nice sunny day and Sim was out in
the
garden sitting on the aviary. I remember it well as we were
having a BBQ. Simba is a nosy cat and he loves sitting on the
aviary. Winter had
just gone by and it was a cold one so we put up shutters to
keep the
wind out. But today they were open because there wasn't
any wind to
keep out! So there Simba was, just sitting on the aviary. I
looked out and
he was sitting on the shutters. I laughed, then turned
round...then I
heard a loud bang, Simba had fallen bang through the
middle of the
shutter breaking it in half!!!
abbey@goldfinch.screaming.net
MIYU-YUMI
I am a Lilac Point Applehead Siamese Boy. I adore my
dad(Ollo), and I
adore making my darling mum (Nika) miserable. I spend
every night
curled up next to my dad. I spend every day tormenting my
mum. Her
ankles just look so delicious... I can not help attacking
them.
Sometimes I get carried away and make leaps for her face.
She does not
like this and runs away. I chase her all over the house...
until she
feeds me AGAIN. Still... she gives me pets and kisses and
sometimes I
put up with her and allow her to do so without biting her
hand(this is
really just another tactic to get her to feed me more of that
wonderful kitty cereal... as it is usually followed by a sad
and
hungry gaze towards my bowl.)ta ta for now! It is time to
torture my
mum... I am so hungry AGAIN! XOXO miyu-yumi
irrblosss@aol.com
SIR BOGART BLUE
I got Bogart when I was 12 years old, he
was the
love of my life! Bogart would take my jewelry off my dresser
and
knock things over to wake me up so he could eat or go to
the litter
box. It amazes me now that our kitties would stand and
scratch at the
door to go in and out of the garage where their litter boxes
were and
never had an accident!. Bogart also liked to ride in the car
and go
on a leash. He had a special collar that would break away
so he
wouldn't get hurt. He would lay out back for hours!
sometimes to find
him, we would follow the leash (clothes line) many times he
would be
burried up to his neck in the leaves in a window well! Bogie
also
loved to give nudges and kisses. He slept with me every
night under
the blankets on my arm. When I first got married he
completely
ignored my husband in the bed and would walk across his
head and face
to get to me! If he didn't have enough room in between us
he would paw
at the blankets and nudge until he was let in, then he
would promptly
plop down in the middle. Not a day goes by that I don't
miss him.
Bogart died last year June 20, 1998 of old age. He was 20.
One day he
just decided that it was time. I definately was not ready
but he was.
I am very grateful that my 3 children got to know him and
will
hopefully remember how special he was. I have a big
painting of him
in my family room that looks just like him. It makes me feel
as
though he is always with me. He is burried in a special
place in my
garden. Elisa
elisanpcb@aol.com
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