These are stories submitted by Siamese owners to celebrate their 'Meezers'
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My cat Mikki was exploring the laundry room, like a normal curious
cat. All of a sudden she fell into the washer. I didn't know it at
the time. So my dad asked me for some dirty laundry, and I gave it to
him. He had started to wash our clothes. Then my mom ran up the
stairs because she heard a noise. Mikki had taken a very rough bath
today. At least she's clean!
TISAN AND STEPHEN
Me and my boyfriend have two Siamese. The big one, Stephen, is very
cool. He controls everything. No one gets to see our little cat unless
he has approved the person. Our little one, Tisan, loves
toilet paper. We have to hide them, otherwise she breaks them down into
little pieces. She also loves crisps and yogurt. Every morning Tisan
wakes my boyfriend by screaming in his ears. When he wakes up she lays
on her back because she wants him to scratch her tummy. When my
boyfriend goes in to the bathroom the cats wait outside. Sometimes
they fall asleep on the floor. They donīt like going into the
bathroom because there is water in there. Very scary.
My cat, Zeki, (Zecky) follows me everywhere. Once, when I was about
eleven, I climbed up to the fire escape of my old school to sulk. My
father came, with Zeki at his heels. The little black, crooked-tailed
part Siamese, climbed the fire escape steps mewing, and ran right back
down again, worried that something was wrong!
When I was owned by a Blue Point named Strider, he was very fond of
his nightly whirlwind dashes through the house, referred to as "Kitty
Crazy Time". These hot laps usually occurred promptly at 10:30 p.m.
and you could set your watch by them. However, in his younger days he
was a bit earlier with his frenzied follies. One evening, just as I
was sitting down to dinner, Strider decided that it was a good time to
.orgmence his run. He was not allowed up on the kitchen counters or on
any tables, and was usually a very good cat about these rules. This
particular evening, I had just set a large platter of spaghetti on the
sideboard and was pulling out my chair to sit down with my husband
when Strider flew yowling through the kitchen, skidded across the
counters, caromed off the wall and was on a trajectory for the
sideboard, when he looked down in midair and realized that he was
going to land right in the spaghetti. In slow motion, my husband and
I were shouting "Nooooooo", and Strider was backpedaling in the air
over the platter, just like Wile E. Coyote in the cartoons where he
accidentally goes over a cliff. Of course, he landed right in the
spaghetti - screeched off the platter, across the next wall (leaving a
streak of sauce in his wake) and ran off to hide under our bed,
precisely in the spot where we couldn't reach him. I'll never forget
Hi, I'm Danzik. I go by: Mr. D., Brown Cat, Love Button and (my
personal favorite) Oh Most Handsome King of the Cats. I am a 6 year
old Chocolate Point. My moms pillow is my favorite sleeping spot.
Sometimes I push her head off and lay on the whole thing, but mostly I
lay next to her. She often wakes up and gives me kisses (Yuck!!) She
can't sleep with out me protecting her. I tell her I love her by
licking her eyelashes. Sometimes I smush her neck while I hold a bit
of her hair in my mouth. (I think she washes her hair in tuna juice.)
I'm not always sweet to her: I like to play jokes on her. We use to live
in a loft apartment with stairs like a ladder. I would hide at the
top and SCREAM like my tail fell off. (I'm sure you know the sound.)
She would.orge running thinking I was dying and as soon as she would
pop her head up in the loft, I would jump out and scare her. Then I
would RUN and HIDE cuz she was mad at first. But I am too cute to be
mad at. I would do this all the time at the loft and that silly mom
of mine would fall for it every time! I jump up on the sink and sing
loudly until she turns on the water for me. She is well trained and
she makes me laugh! Bye for now, Love Danzik
ZIGGY THE PIGGY
From Adelaide, Australia. Cat's name Ziggy the Piggy. Seal/Red Torti
Ziggy has used 8 lives already at 14 1/2 years of age.
Latest close call was bringing in a three foot brown snake into the
lounge room to drop at my feet. The snake slid across the floor to the
fire. The cat and two Shelties were thrown out the room and I killed
the snake with the fire poker. Ziggy was bitten and an emergency rush
to the vet saved her again. She still purrs like a lawn mower to my
friends over the phone.
I have a 3 month old Seal point little girl named Haley (for the
.orget). Her favorite trick is stealing socks. She's not picky about
their cleanliness either, but she does prefer to steal them from the
clothes line. She's even willing to climb up and throw them down so
she can run off with them. If there aren't any clean ones available,
she's more than willing to remove them from the dirty clothes basket
and play. If socks aren't available paper balls will do, but nothing
replaces a good sock. After hearing horror stories about how "mean"
Siamese are, I can't believe how misinformed other people are. I'd
never trade Haley for the world!
My beautiful Siamese, Tina, is extremely intolerant of her owners
using the.orgputer. If she catches us at the desk, she will jump from
the bed onto the left shoulder of the user and demand to be held. She
will remain on the shoulder, administering an occasional kiss to the
human cheek, until we give up, shut down the.orgputer, and pet her.
Hey, my name is Shere Khan, although I answer to Kitty, SK, Delrod,
and any mention of my favorite word: FOOD. I am, gulp, part Siamese
and part British short hair. I have a Siamese attitude, but I'm bulky
like the British cats. The people I own used to live in a cool
apartment with a deck. I ruled the deck. I once caught a real, live
bird on the deck. OK, so it was just a baby bird! It still wiggled a
lot. Now the people I own live in a duplex with no porch. I pace the
place, constantly trying to turn those stupid door-knobs to get
outside. This is the only time I wish I had opposable thumbs. But I've
figured out how to get my way. I stand at the back door and meow "out"
in the people's language. That's right. I talk to them in their own
language. They are a stubborn lot. They usually walk to the door and
tell me I can't go out because I'll get fleas. So, what's a few pesky
fleas when you consider the bird-snatching opportunities. And there's
a stupid Labrador Retriever in the neighborhood. He always hangs out
at my door. He needs a good swipe of the paw to teach him who's boss
My cat, Peaches, had to be put to sleep last August, right after my
birthday-but I wanted her to be remembered in a very special way.
Peaches was a Seal Point Siamese, with the kindest, sweetest
personality of any cat I know. She was 21 years old, when her kidney
disease and old age finally took over. I am almost 21 years old, and
since the day I was born, Peaches was there. She was my favorite pet,
and loved me unconditionally. Whenever I was crying, she'd sense it,
and wait outside my door- meowing until I let her in. She then
proceeded to lick away my tears and give me kisses (nuzzling her nose
to mine). I always hear people saying what mean cats Siamese are, and
do not understand their talk. I have never seen a mean Siamese, but
I am sure they are just misunderstood or just have a different
disposition than some cats. Each cat is different. The day Peaches
was put to sleep was a very sad day. The whole family cried, and I
then cried for 4 days for one of my best.orgpanions. Only a true
animal lover can relate to this loss. Since then, we have gotten
another cat, but the Pictures of Peaches still remain in frames, and
in our hearts--she will never be replace or forgotten.
WE LOVE YOU
AND MISS YOU, PEACHES!!!
Hi, even though my cat Koko is deceased, I still remember the day that
he started sniffing our wall and meowing. When my mom came to
investigate There was a leak!! ( it would have rotted our wood ).
My Joker is a one year old Seal Point Siamese who loves to explore
closets, chases brooms and mops, hides and pounds at unsuspecting
owner, demands.orgpany at 4 in the morning, scratches and bites when
disturbed in sleep, settles in owner's laps once a day for 3-minute
caress session, defies all efforts of grooming, grumpy one moment and
endearing the next.
Nothing better than to be tamed by a Siamese.
Yes, my humans had the nerve to name me BARNEY. I came to
live with these guys about 12 years ago. My human Dad-Paul and my
human Brother-James bought me as a surprise present for my human-Mom,
Ilene. Mom had two previous Siamese Cats, Chou and Mao before she
married Dad, but Grandma Morgan refused to let them leave when Mom &
Dad got married, so they lived with her. My humans already had three
cats and a dog, but they knew this motley group of humans and
assorted animals really needed a leader. It didn't take me long to
teach everybody in the house who was "boss" and now they all know
their respective places. I sleep in a large kingsize bed with Mom and
Dad, and of course the other cats occasionally sleep there too. The
large red dog, Ginger, sleeps on the floor to guard us all. I love
chasing the fish in the aquarium, and have been known to try and eat
them. I have a favorite toy, my "birdie" that drives me wild. My
humans keep it in a drawer in the bedroom, but I know how to get at
it. I can open doors, and love to walk on the keyboard when my humans
use the.orgputer. I would like to explore outside, but my humans keep
telling me I'm a house cat. Bummer, what do they know? Since I was
the last addition to our family, I'm the baby - Barney Baby, REALLY!
Actually I'm "Barnabus-the Wonder Cat," they just don't want to admit
My name is Zen. I got my name because I tend to meditate a
lot. I found my people when they were out walking one day. I was
starving at the time, and very skinny. Even some of my fur was
missing. One of my people started crying when she saw me. I must
have been pretty pitiful looking. I coaxed them into taking me home,
and haven't left since! I had to train them to know what I was
saying, but they are getting pretty good at it, especially when I
howl. Actually, I am very grateful to them, although I try hard not
to let it get in the way of their training.
Wednesday, August 5, 1997 was a very special day in the life of my
cat JAZMIN. She turned TWENTY-ONE YEARS OLD on Wednesday. Yes,
21!!!! She doesn't do tricks or play alot any more, but to me she is
a very special cat. She has been totally blind for the last 10 years,
and is on a special, restricted diet, but that hasn't stopped her!
The vet said she has the heartbeat of a kitten! She still walks
around the house, although she bumps into everything. She also loves
to sit by the big window in the living room, and "watches" the.orgings
and goings of all the neighbors. She loves it most when I take her
outside and she sits on my lap and gets to feel the breeze on her face
and smell the fresh air. Jazmin had a sister, who died when she was
18 years old! Since her sister died, Jazmin has b.orge a "cuddle
maniac". She lives to be held and cuddled and have her head
scratched. She never used to be like that...she used to be the
typical, aloof Siamese cat who "tolerated" my presence in her domain.
Now she can't get enough of me and my fiance! Jazmin is a very
special, gentle and sweet old soul who brings joy to my life on a
daily basis, and I wanted to share her with all of you.
Hello, I suppose I should start out by telling you I'm
doing this only because my brother bugs me constantly to do this
because it's "cool". My brother is Shere Khan, the loud-mouthed idiot
who already sent something in to you. He babbles constantly to the
people I own about EVERYTHING, but especially food. I allow him to
think he is the dominant being of the house, but occasionally I must
slap him to remind him that I am the real boss. Like him, I am part
Siamese (and proud of it!) and part British short hair. I look like
royalty however because I am colored like a Seal point Siamese, unlike
my brother who is orange like a stupid creamsicle. I am a very
particular cat; I do things only when I wish to do them and no one
should stand in my way because I do have a bit of a temper. Heaven
knows that attempts to clip my claws have resulted in several NASTY
confrontations. I permit my people to pet me at night as they go to
bed, but not too long, because they get very grouchy and rudely remove
me from my lounging area--their pillows. Farewell all; I must return
to my lair.
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