These are stories submitted by Siamese owners to celebrate their 'Meezers'
These pages are graciously maintained by Lana Graham
Some people say you should keep a Siamese Cat indoors. I say that is bull. My Siamese,
PIPER, will do his best to out outdoors when he wants to. Come dark, Piper will cry snd
cry, meow until my wife screams at him to shut up. Then he's out hunting. And he'll always
come back with a kill, proud as can be. I love my wife BUT Piper is my... sorry Diane'.
Piper got accidentally locked in Diane's car trunk for 40 hours once. We looked everywhere
for him until Di heard him crying. She was scared to open the trunk so I did, Piper jumped
out ,went for his food, went back outside and jumped where, back in the open trunk. We
check the trunk now after its been open.
My Seal Point Siamese is named Maggie. Long ago my sister got a Kitty Surprise (you may
have heard of this toy; you can open up the velcro belly and see how many kittens you
get). Maggie loves to play with the three kittens that came from the Kitty Surprise. I
usually keep my bedroom door open at night and in the morning I find Maggie's three little
kittens in a pile at the end of my bed. So one night I shut my bedroom door. About ten
minutes after everyone went to bed, I heard Maggie.orging down the hall, howling in a loud
deep voice. I kept my door shut for the next few nights and Maggie kept howling. So
finally I opened my door and looked out and there was Maggie sitting at my door with a
little kitten in her mouth. From what I can figure, Maggie really thinks these kittens are
her babies and every night she likes to put them to bed.
Our one and a half year old Siamese, Joseph, has developed a rather peculiar way of eating
his dry food (crunchies). He sticks his paw into the bowl, fishes one crunchy out, drops
it on the floor, and eats it. Then he sticks his paw back in, fishes out another, and eats
that one. We try not to laugh too hard at him when he does this, but he doesn't seem to
mind. Besides, he can still eat his food, even when someone else's head is in the bowl!
I'm new to this page, but my mommy isn't. She said I'm finally old enough to have my own
membership. My name is Spooky -- at first it was something much worse, but mommy wouldn't
let daddy call me that. My favorite activities are pouncing on mommy when she's trying to
sleep late and stealing toys from my Aunt Buddy, who's also an SICC member. She doesn't
like me very much, but I'm still working on her. I like to sing and talk a lot. Mommy says
I'm a pill and I'm very hard to take. She says I'm lucky I'm so cute or I would be
sleeping outside with the dogs instead of in her bed with Tootsie, Duchess, and Aunt
Buddy, who hisses at me when I get too close. When I grow up I'm going to be a household
pet show cat and win lots of prizes and other kitties will want my pawtograph because I'll
KEILE, ZHUKOV AND ZIA
Keile is one year old, and never really had a childhood. He left his brothers and sisters
at 6 weeks old, moved into a really small place a few weeks later, and traveled cross-
country in a sports car, staying in a lot of strange places for 10 days; using a moving
litter box and drinking water that splashed a lot. He lived alone until he was about 6
months old and there was no other cats young enough to teach him how to play. That is,
until Zhuk and Zia came on the scene. They are a fun loving bunch, forever either laying
on one another, or bouncing off the walls together. Keile got a different look in his eyes
the day the kids came on the scene. It took a few days, but now playing ball, pounce and
hide and seek are old hat. There was nothing that took my breath away more than seeing the
little ones laying together (as always), but draped across Keile. My husband and I were
hoping the best, and fearing the worst by adding the two babies. This was beyond our
expectation, to bring such joy not only into our lives, but a lonely 1 year old meezer...
My name is Miko, I am a 7 year old seal point. I live with a silly human named Karen. She
likes to be entertained so ocassionally I'll do a silly trick to keep her amused. Her
favorite one is telling me to jump into the bathtub. I jump in and slide down the towards
the drian. Then she'll tell me to get out and I'll leap out onto the bath mat and let out
a really loud meow. I do this about 20 times and then I get bored and jump on Rena, my
litter mate. Rena sleeps too much so sometimes I'll jump on her and get her to run up our
kitty condo. Our nieghbor down stairs laughs because she can hear us. She doesn't.orge up
too much, thank god because she has a little human and we have to hide under the bed until
she leaves. We don't like humans under 3 feet tall.
Pirate is a very finicky cat that just has to be alone ...a lot. Well one day she never
came home. We thought maybe she had just found something that had really interested her,
though missing dinner was not usual of her. A week passed and she still had not returned
home. But I had not given up hope. She was a strong cat and I knew she could get through
anything. But I was still very sad. This was my baby and for all I knew she could be gone
forever. Then later that day, my mother was outside and she heard this "Meow".
She looked up and running across the street was my Pirate. She was moewing a mile a minute
telling us the story about what had happened to her. She obviously hadn't eaten. We think
that she had managed to get herself stuck somewhere for the entire week. Needless to say,
she followed us around for hours. And well, she has never been the same cat since. She
shows that she loves us a whole lot more. I guess for fear that she may never get the
Jimi the Tabby Siamese has his own journal which appears on our page at
http://dove.net.au/~jfgaunt/sesqui.htm, among other things. Jimi can't spell but his
latest entry features the following story. "...I have a stori about [cusin] Cuds new
kit. Won day, Marti, cud's peeple brother was drivin along wen two kits fel out of the
window of a truck in front of him. The driva dint stop so Marti shouted and waved his
fist, but he still dint stop. Akchully if Marti was shoutin an wavin at me, I wudn't stop
either becos he is hooge and has tatoos and ginger hair in a ponnytail. Well, he tuk the
kits to the v.e.t but wun was so badli broken Kate had to do you-no-wot to it. The other
onli had a broken tail and she cut off the broke bits and stitched it up neetli and now he
thinks he's a manx kat! ... Joan is mad at me becos she had to chase Wili, the kat next
dor, out of our casuarina tree, he was trying to catch birds. She keeps mumbling about
keeping a siameez kat and havin to do your own yelling. But she nos that siameezes don't
One night, my Blue Point Siamese (Lily), was somewhere in the living room. My mom and dad
and I were watching a horror movie in the T.V. room. We all heard a rustling sound. I got
scared and scooted closer to my parents. Then, all of a sudden, Lily burst in the room
carrying a Santa Claus Costume in her teeth. We burst out laughing. I will never forget
My Siamese Kitten, Korea, is a Seal Point. When Korea first got here,we put her in the
computer room. One day when I got home from school, I went up to her room but I couldn't
find her. I looked everywhere. Finally, I fould her. She had gotten in a drawer, where we
keep our files, she must have been very smart. One more thing, she purrs a lot.
MEE-LING, SAMANTHA, ENDJIH AND BOZ
We've belonged to quite a band of Seal-point Siamese over the last 40 years. First there
was Mee-Ling (Champion Despatcher of Yard-Invading Poisonous Snakes). Then there was
Samantha (Follower of Children to School and Disliker of Strange Men) who became locally
notorious when the new minister arrived on our doorstep for a pastoral visit and she
savaged his ankle! Quite embarrassing! Then there was Endjih. The children would tease her
by lying perfectly still in the bathtub with their eyes closed while she sat on the rim of
the bath and patted their faces anxiously. This game only ceased at the point where she
would yowl and jump into the tub on top of them provoking great bursts of childish glee.
She would then climb (dripping) out of the tub and stalk off in a dignified manner as if
to say "I knew there was nothing wrong with you the whole time! Humph!" Endjih's
daughter was Boz. The two of them used to lie in wait for the dog behind doorways and
under chairs until much barking and meowing signalled the start of a small furry tornado
that bounced around the house for a few minutes until they tired themselves out and all
lay down together for a rest. This procession of imperious, engaging and talkative family
members has brought us much laughter (and sharpened our wits!). I pity those who never
know a Siamese!
To me my cat is a kinda gift from God. Let me tell you a short story of how I got my girl
cat Luna. When I got home one day from school I found a girl cat that was about to have
her babys and she was looking for a safe place to have them away from other animals. So,
being the animal lover that I am (having a turtle, dog, and cat already)I let her have
them in my garage since mom would not dare let a new cat in the house. She had 4 kittens.
The mommy cat was black and white so of course I expected them all to be the same color,
but the third one to be born was all white. I couldn't believe that out of all the cats
one was white. After a little persuading and begging, my mom let me keep the white one.
The day she opened her eyes they looked as blue as the sea, and later on she began to get
the markings of a Siamese. Now she is only 6 weeks old and is just beginning to look
around the house, but I'm sure it will be an experience that I won't forget and love. Luna
got her name from being born on a full moon. I'm sure that the mom cat knew in her heart
that I was a cat lover and felt safe with me. Hope I wasn't boring but my mind had to be
spoken. Tell your cats I said hi! The adorable, Luna
OLIVER AND LUCAS
Our two seal points, Oliver and Lucas, are very lovable and sweet but when they get mad
they get even... The evening before the youngest "Lucas" was going to be fixed,
we were advised to remove there food and water bowls. Needless to say they were not happy
with me, so while we slept they decided to get a little revenge. I awoke to one of my new
boots next to my bed. I thought that was a little strange considering I had left them down
in the foyer the night before. But I continued to the bathroom ignoring the battle cries
of hunger from my two little"darlings". When I returned to put my boot away it
was gone. As I went in the kitchen my chewed up boot was in place of there food bowls.
Perfect. Gotta love them.....
Sampson is our eighteen month old Blue Point Siamese Cat. He rules the house and lets us
know it. This last weekend he demonstrated to us how humans can be blind to things around
us. Sampson kept going in our back room where the water heater is and circle himself
around the back and sit back there meowing for us to.orge and get him. We would go back
and chase him out. A few days later we figured out that the water heater was leaking and
getting water all over the carpet in the back room. We got it replaced and Sampson has not
been going back by the water heater anymore.
"Are yer timbers a' shiverin, this winter maties? It be cold up here on the islands
of Wash-yer-face-ington! This be a message from the Dread Pirate KittyHawke, who braved
crossing the briny depths o' the Pacific Nor'Westers, and saved his Queen, Daphine, from
sure and certain furrr ruination. The seaspray was threatenin' to dampen her. The seagulls
rasped a challenge ta curl yer whiskerrs, but I batten down me catches, gripped the
comfortin' carpet o' me Captain's Cabin with me deadly scimitar claws, and sailed on. I
screamed in meezer, 'The Imperial Leader WILL be gov'ner O' That Island, and no BIRDS
arrgh gonna stop me!' Now, we be lordin' it over a vast domain o' freedom, with plenty o'
dubloons (kitnips), and places ta take a sunbath. The Queen put every hare in place, as I
be exposin' every Hidden Danger in every Dark Hole in the Walls. So buckle yer swash, and
swish yer tail, -n- mark the X ! Ferry Christmeows meezer pals. Salute, Zhukov and Zia!!
ALISON AUSTRALIA SUSHI YOKO ONO POO YUK
Alison Australia Sushi Yoko Ono Poo Yuk is my cat's name. I got her on the first day of my
first REAL job and had to name her in a hurry. She was my first (and last to date)
Siamese, although I was swayed by being an artist, and had long ago fallen in love with
Chocolate Points. So off I went and got one. The important message is she was totally
obsessed with routine. I'm not. I'm a hopeless pisces, but sushi made sure my teeth were
brushed and I was in bed at the right time within a week (she was 6 and a half weeks old).
She hollered, sang and bashed me up to ensure I was consistant. I have a fiance now. I
still rely on my Siamese to tell me what to do. She knows me better than anyone (over one
third of my life). She's an alarm clock, a vandal and a child. I love her, how could I
feel any other way?
SUZY WONG, CHING, AND FRED
Hello, my name is Marci, and we own three Siamese Cats and three other non-Siamese Cats.
Suzy Wong is the queen of the house. She is married to Ching (we couldn't really call him
the king because Suzy would be too upset about sharing the throne). They have many
children, she was with kittens three times. She decided to let one of her children stay by
her side, and Fred is his name. All the other cats eat in the utility room, but Suzy eats
alone on the kitchen counter. She also does not eat the same as the others, she only will
eat Gerber Chicken or Turkey Baby Food out of her crystal dish (she says this is a must to
keep her coat shining and georgeous). Once a week she enjoys Kentucky Fried Chicken
Breasts. Her eyes are the most beautiful blue, even when she gives her piercing
"leave me alone or else!!" glares. She dislikes all non-Siamese Cats, Eddie the
Chihuahua, and little people.
Hi, my name is Bob. I am a lilac pt. male. My pet Vicki is getting cheesed off with me
cause now that I am 2 years old, I am more intrested in girls than I am my pet, allthough
I still do like a cuddle, so I make sure I show my pet that, whenever she cuddles me. I do
have a bad habit though, I tend to spray everywhere so I have been confined to my housing
outside, what a bummer. Mind you, I have just b.orge a dad to 2 girls and 1 boy and have
some more due in 4 weeks, so I am quite a proud dad.
Hi! My name is Sakkarra. My psuedo-owner tells me that my name is Egyption for "the
city of the living dead." Which, ironically enough, has been found several hundred
feet underneath Egypt. I'm sure my owner thinks that there are several things that I do to
annoy her--but my favorite way to annoy her is to play catch. I don't mean that sissy
canine stuff of fetching the ball and bringing it back like a good girl. I mean hardcore
catch! I get the ball and put it in my owner's lap and meow pathetically until she throws
it. I do this when she's cross-stitching, surfing the web and using the restroom.
Invariably, she gets fed up with my antics and hides the ball. Silly! Doesn't she realize
that I have a secret stash of these things?!?! And if she hides all of them, I'll use
anything--bits of paper, leaves from the plants. Sure they don't bounce real well...And if
I'm in a real sadistic mood, I bounce the ball on my owner's face while she's trying to
sleep. I know that she will wake up sooner or later to amuse me!
I had always grown up with cats but never had a Meezer until about a year after getting
married. Now, my husband and I are owned by a Chocolate Point that goes by many, many
names - some of which are not permitted on this.orgputer! Some of them are: Chiqui,
Chiquibutt, Noodlebutt, Furrbutt, Fuzzy Noodle, well, you get the idea. She does answer to
her name when she feels like it, too, unlike other cats. Ha. Her favorite things are
jumping onto my shoulder and riding around the house, following me everywhere, chasing the
cursor on the.orgputer, sitting on top of the keyboard (especiallly when I'm playing
Solitaire), adopting flies/moths/crickets as pets and chasing them and wearing them down
until she can pounce (she cackles as she does this). Chiquitita is about 8 years old now
but shows no signs of growing out of kitten-hood. One of her favorite games is the
"chair game" when she sits in one of the kitchen chairs and waits for one of us
to walk by and then, SWOOSH! She also has conniption fits and races through the house for
no human-known reason and one of the funniest things she does is when I catch her in the
act of SOMETHING naughty, she arches her back and hops sideways. How hysterical. She is
very finicky, she makes Morris look like a gourmet...loves McDonald's hamburgers and fish
sandwiches, sometimes eats vanilla icecream, loves whipped cream, cream cheese, swiss and
yellow american. Noodlebutt is also an alarm clock...right in MY face. She allows us to
live in the house and sleep and eat but she is definitely the Queen of the Roost.
First Mate On Roz@Yahoo.org
Hi. My name is Bandit. My owner, Drew, knows that I am typing this. I like to run across
computer keys and seee what I can type. My favorite thing to do is to steal practically
almost anything in sight. One fun thing to do is to chase my toys, string, or any long,
light, stringy things. Once, I stole Drew's mom's diamond ring. I hid it in the utility
room, but it was finally found. I stole and hid Drew's dad's diamond ring under a desk,
but it was found, too. I am a Lilac Point Siamese. I've got to go. I think I hear a
tearing of a food bag! I need to go and see if it is a food bag, and I can eat. Bye!
My name is Missy. I'm a 2 yr. old Chocolate Sealpoint. My new Mom adopted me from an older
woman who could no longer keep me. I enjoy my new home. There is a lot to play with and a
lot going on that keeps my interest, except the dog...a white German Shepherd (she is used
to cats there is an existing one). This dog (my new Mom insists on calling Sadie) is an
OAF. She chases me (I hiss), she follows me (I hiss), she cleans my litterbox (I say thank
you!). Life at this new home is good (been there nearly one year, quess I'm staying). My
new Mom is wonderful (of course she can type I can't), I follow her everywhere, I
definitely have to sleep with her (her feet get cold), and when she knits she needs my
help with tangling up the yarn. Can't wait for the Christmas tree. I've never seen one. I
heard Mom telling her son there would be no tinsel or glass bulbs this year. Sounds like I
may be missing out on a good time. Oh well. There is always next year!!!
KC (KITTY CAT)
Hi. Last week, i lost a very dear friend, my Seal Point KC (kitty cat). Only three months
prior we lost his best friend, a poodle named Frisky. Needless to say my family is
devistated by the loss of such a beautiful, loyal friend. I'll never have another cat like
him, but if I do chose to let another cat adopt me, I hope it's a Siamese.
Hi, my name is Calvin and I am the most gorgeous flame point Siamese you ever saw. I go by
many other names besides Calvin such as "Carrot Ears", "Bubba",
"Butterscotch Head", "Mr. Hateful" and the title I'm most proud of
"Inspector General". I really like chocolate ice cream and I share ice cream
cones with my two legged servants as often as possible. I have to inspect our apartment
constantly on a daily basis to make certain everything is done to my specifications.
Sometimes I run outside when the door is left open too long, but I always run right back
in because I know when I've got it good!
Tia came into our lives as an almost starved, skinny, probably 5 month old kitten. She is
a plush chocolate point that insists that anybody.orging to our house MUST be there to
visit HER! She lives with our daughter and her husband now; and keep their apartment well
stocked with "captured" bottle caps. Also she will clean the printer table off
if it gets too crowded for her taste!
I'm Chloe, a blue point from the Blueberry Cattery in Ft. Myers, Florida. My favorite
activites, not necessarily in order of importance, are: eating; sleeping; tearing apart
furry mice; chewing venetian blind cords; jumping on the ironing board when Mommy's trying
to iron something to wear to work the next day; scratching the furniture; lying on Mommy's
chest in the morning so she can't get up to go to work; biting; purring like a jet plane
in Mommy's ear; howling at Mommy until she picks me up; pulling clothes out of Grandma's
closet and dragging them halfway across the house; convincing Mommy that I don't have
enough toys and other kitty accoutrements yet, and curling up in just about any available
lap for a nap. I have many nicknames, but Mommy's favorite one seems to be
"Monster" - I can't imagine why.
May 2, 1989 adopted apprx 6 wks after dob was the runt of the litter, thus the name (Chica
is spanish is girl and adding the "tita" makes her a little bitty girl).
Declawed & Neutered at about 9 or 10 wk (ouch) decided to keep us after that I'm no
poet, I'll admit - but when it.orges to cats, I can talk & talk & talk. Especially
about the one that owns me & my husband. Chiqui- tita is her name sleeping is her game
she'll sleep on mommy she'll sleep on daddy it really depends who is handy. We love our
baby we spoil her so I never want to see her go. She's 8 years old now & considered
"mature" but chase her around & watch the fur fly she acts like a kitten a
tiger too, but I don't think she'd like the zoo. She races around & chatters at birds
she always wants her voice to be heard. We've never had our neighbors.orgplain, but if we
would, i'd take the blame. Chiquitita we love you so.
See I have this cat Zelko, (known formally as Zelko Rebecca
Marjory Elizabeth) who has an abnormal obsession with chocolate
covered donuts. Chocolate, as the vet says, can be fatal to a cat,
especially a 16 yr. old cat! This idea proved untrue among many of our
cats. Anyway, Zelko used to beg and beg whenever these dounuts were put
on the table. We could not figure out why, considering she had never
tryed a dounut let alone a chocolate one. She does have strange eating
habits, eating everything from carrots to steak, but really no cats eat
donuts! One day I had my extreemely proper great-aunt over for
cocktails. She was not a friend of cats to begin with, but we could
not put away purr darlng meezers for her! We were talking and did not
notice Zelko jump up to the counter, a kitty no-no in our house. From
there she took one bounding leap up to the counter. It was then we
looked over just in time to see Zelko open the box with her nose take
a whole dounut and run! We got most of the dounut away but some was
consumed by Zelko prior to this. Don't worry, she didn't get sick, but
still loves chocolate-frosted dounuts!
Hello, my name is Mai Lin, although my humans have about twenty
different nicknames they prefer to address me by; i.e., coco, maco,
mai mai, crappy cat, coconut, etc.. I am a 6 1/2 year old chocolate
point and I am gorgeous (naturally, I am Siamese!). My favorite human
is my mistress, Melinda. She is my very best friend, and vice-versa.
A close second would be my master, Shawn. I have special rituals that
I keep with both of them, but they never cross over. It is a very
individual friendship and respect I share with both of them. Their
children are another subject that we won't get into now! Everyone
should love their meezer as much as my humans love me, it really is a
Rena and the mouse in my bed. Rena is a seven year old seal point.
Anyway, a few years ago, I had my wisdom teeth removed. Rena has this
habbit of taking care of everyone when they're sick. She didn't leave
my side for days. One afternoon while I was half asleep, I feel her
poking at the small of my back. I rolled over and shooed her away
and felt something funny on my back. I didn't think anything of it,
after all, I was in so much pain, I didn't really care. Later on that
night, she was starring at the blankets like there was something
there. I looked and didn't see anything and she finally settled down.
Three days later when I was feeling better, I decided to change the
bed linen. I pulled up the corner of the mattress to find the little
critter that Rena brought up from the basement for me. A little feild
mouse that had been living in my bed for a total of FOUR days! Rena
loves to be held and loves to make people feel good. This was her way
for making me feel better. KarenN
My Siamese Cat Sami was only about 2 years of age and we kept
the cat food on top of our washer, because our dogs would get to it
and eat it if it was any where else. Sami, that day, had been running
around and being as playful as can be. She stood at the back of our
kitchen, ran up, and tried to make the jump onto the washer and crashed
into the side. Afterwards she stood by the washer and calmly used the
stool siting next to it, and she never tried that jump again.
Our sealpoint, Tilly, is two years old. She is the queen of our
house. She takes over the best chair or lap from our other cat,
Rutledge, by sitting on top of him until he runs away and gives up his
spot. She also carries a stuffed bunny around the house that is as
big as she is. She likes to suck on wool socks while she eats, and
Rutledge gets upset when she leaves her stuffed toys in the food bowl.
One time she got into the top kitchen cabinet, found the catnip and
had it all over the kitchen floor when we returned. Every evening she
and Rutledge wait at the front door while my husband goes jogging.
When they see him.orging back they start bellowing, then run to the
kitchen to meet him for their canned food treat. Tilly gets jealous
if Rutledge gets more attention or treats than she does. She also
talks back if scolded. Her favorite game is the laundry game - when
I'm folding laundry, I empty the clean clothes onto the bed or floor.
She jumps into the basket and I cover it over with a towel and she
thinks she's hiding.She stays until I finish folding. She hates going
to the vet and growls at me when I pick her up to go home. She also
hates to have her nails clipped and doesn't like it when we have
overnight guests because she likes to be the center of attention. We
never thought we would love a siamese so much!
Mio Mao 1 was the most extraordinary cat in the world. He was a
French lilac point with a full pedigree, bought in a cat fair in
Germany. You can guess how he got his name. It was his quick and loud
answer to my question, "Whatīs your name?" He lived 17 affectionate
years and travelled from Germany to Chile when he was 8 years old on a
plane, sitting on my lap (with the Captainīs permission). He never bit
nor scratched anybody, always "participated" in conversations and
never had the desire to go out. He was such a member of the family
that friends who called or wrote always asked how he was. Mio Mao I
was the best friend indeed. He died of old age on my lap. He is the
reason why we love Siamese Cats . After him came Mio Mao II, a seal
point who was run over by a car. Then Mio Mao III, a red point who had
a similar fate. Now we have Mio Mao IV , the last Mio Mao, a hairy
seal point, and two blue point females, and we hope they will be with
us for long years .
This tail didn't happen to me, but with a friend. She has the most
gorgeous cream point I've ever seen. My friend is a very lovely,
mellow woman, and she spoils - how she spoils ! - everybody: cat,
hubby, mother, & therefore, Alba, the cat, is the most spoiled thing
I've ever seen too. Well, then, my firiend got pregnant and the baby
came. Alba took it bad, became sulky, and all of a sudden, one day she
was gone. My friend was desperate, S.Paulo is a big city with 15
million people, chaotic transit... what could happen with little Alba
but the worst ? Weeks elapsed, one month, two. She gave up, dear Alba
should no more belong to the living. Some three months later, her
husband was driving home from work. He smokes, and suddenly he noticed
he had no matches, and he wanted a cigarette. Looked around, and
noticed a small bar on the corner, a very disreputable den to tell the
truth. Well, he thought, I'll get the matches and hop out as fast as I
can. He parked the car, went in, asked for matches, and ... there came
the very last of the cats, a feline ruin, dirty, thin and sored
rubbing itself at his legs. He thought with disgust "What the hell
...MY CAT !!!!"Alba had found him, came back home triumphantly in the
car, and declared a truce with the baby. Oh yes, the bar was 20 km
away from her home, and the bar owner said, the poor cat was living
from the scraps of the drunks.
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