ATTACK HOWARD DEAN!!
Posted on 08/04/2006 1:58:31 PM PDT by libstripper
Before Mother, I was never much drawn to cats. They seemed slithery and remote. I have a farm, and cats didn't appear to be useful.
I am partial to working dogs—especially border collies and Labradors—that can herd sheep, fetch sticks, hike with me, cuddle on the sofa, and swim in nearby streams. I didn't really get having an animal you couldn't herd sheep or take a walk with.
Then the rats came. They invaded my farm last summer, especially the big barns. They were fat—at first, I mistook one for a rabbit—arrogant, and fearless. The farmers told me there was nothing much to be done: Rats, naturally drawn to farms, were smart, hardy, and tough to get rid of, especially with other animals around.
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Too funny! "Attack Howard Dean," indeed!
"I didn't find her. I just took her because the girl who found her couldn't have cats. That girl made posters, called all the agencies including pet shops, and never heard a peep."
That's quite a story. At the risk of sounding woo-woo may I say that I think you are supposed to be her owner. I know Sam's very lucky to belong to you. Not everyone "gets" Siamese. You clearly do.
True story. Years ago I adopted my first Siamese from the same animal shelter Morris the Cat was discovered in. Both my Edgar and Morris hailed from the Hinsdale Animal Shelter, which is in a suburb of Chicago. Therein lies the end of the similarities. Morris went on to find fame and earn a lot of money. Edgar went on to be in charge of my life and to begin what has become a lifelong passion and love for the Siamese breed.
I knew very little about Siamese at that time. I didn't even know the point colors. The shelter-master, Mr. Carter, was the one who told me "Ed" was a blue point. He also told me the cat was a very friendly boy, that efforts to find his owner(s) had failed, and that he only had 3 days left before they were going to have to, well, you know. 'Nuff said. I'm sure I signed the papers, gave Mr. Carter the money, and whisked Edgar out the door in record time. None of that other stuff, thank you very much.
I also didn't know it at that time that I was about to go through one of the most difficult periods in my life. Through it all Edgar was a fiercely loyal, loving companion and the most stalwart friend I could have hoped for.
When people ask me today why I've always owned Siamese, I'm confident I look at them funny. Or I should. They're a magnificent breed. Though I've owned non-meezers and am capable of appreciating nearly every cat I meet, Siamese are the only "kids" who fill my heart.
"He'd kung fu kitty nail them both on the nose and saunter off like the king of the complex (which he was)."
Great story! Your cat definitely had the how-to-handle-the-dog-thing down cold.
Once knew a cat who ran the lives of two large full grown, male German shepards. He not only bopped them when they got in his way, he also liked to decide when they were allowed to eat. Risky business. You'd think it wouldn't have worked. It did.
She's more of a people person than my other cats and even though she was a few months old, once we got out of bed after a month, she took control of the house and all the cats.
She has a hilarious sense of humor. Ambush is her favorite prank. She loves to sing in the bathtub and to retrieve things. She runs down the hallway to my office to let me know the microwave pinged and she generally is correct when whatever I put in the oven is ready and she squawks so loud that her ears have to lay down and her body recoils.
She's the boss around here. And you are right. I love my other cats, but Sam Don't Call Me Samantha The Siamese is the most dynamic, lively and loving pet I've had.
"Ambush is her favorite prank. She loves to sing in the bathtub and to retrieve things. She runs down the hallway to my office to let me know the microwave pinged..."
OMG, I'm in love. Sam's absolutely, show-stoppingly beautiful! Love her drapery bit. She looks very fetching in that pose, which I 'magine she knows. If she's half as smart as she looks, you really are in trouble. In a good way, that is.
My mouth fell open when I read about Sam's bathtub/hallway follies. Her stuff is quite similar to the antics Rhys specializes in. I often call him bathtub boy because he's had so many tub-time adventures. He cruises the edges whenever I soak. He's also bubble monitor, shampoo sniffer, jungle boy peek-a-boo shower curtain champ, and our executive loofa-lifter. Tub yowling is mandatory. No point exerting oneself anyplace else. Siamese are smart enough to establish where the best acoustics are and then they use them. A little vocalization and they're off to The Met, at least in their minds.
Hallways are an entirely different matter. It appears those manuevers require a much higher degree of difficulty, planning and stealth. Gotta jump from out of nowhere and blitz past both owners and all other meezers a minimum of once per day. Rhys also seems to believe surprise-jumping from the fifth step up the stairway to directly behind Taylor is a very good thing to do. Tay always bolts. Rhys always chases him, and soon a royal pretend-rumble is sure to follow.
I'm so glad your vet was able to help you with the Siamese learning curb. It exists, that's for sure. We all go through it.
Best to Sam from Elliott, Taylor and Rhys. Three very handsome "men" who would admire her I'm sure.
I'm so glad your vet was able to help you with the Siamese learning curb.
LOL. That would be, "Siamese learning CURVE." 'Scuse me.
I'm not a spelling or grammar cop, no need to correct yourself when the meaning is apparent.
Sam wants to know if you have any photos of the guys. She's never dated but is willing to consider it.
I think her first trick was hiding behind doors and jumping out at you, landing facing you with her legs splayed, ears down and body low - you know the stance - it's playtime! I caught onto the trick fast when, in her excitement, she'd run ahead of me to get behind the door. Doesn't matter, it still means playtime.
Siamese truly are amazing. She's got my heart in a fatal grip.
Good link they will tell you things like how big, that they do not meow and that they will play in water.
http://www.mccfabc.org/
Nice face, that one is a purebred stray. Lucky you.
My siamese cat's name is Samantha. She likes "Sammy".
cool
"Sam wants to know if you have any photos of the guys. She's never dated but is willing to consider it."
Too cute! Kind of figured the idea of having one or three handsome Siamese suitors might turn Sam's head. Please tell her their personal photographer is due here next week. I'll send a photo or two of them at that time.
In the interim you might explain to Sam (never Samantha) that Elliott's the sophisticate and the smartest of our crowd. He's a beauteous 12-year-old blue point from a very fine family. Tay-Tay-Taylor's stoic, sincere, and is the consummate middle child. He's a very striking 11-year-old seal point. Former champ, by the way. Then we come to our wild and crazy wunderkind, Rhys. You already know about some of his antics. Do you happen to know if Sam likes younger men? He's only three, you see. Rhys is a lilac point by trade and an all around dear heart silly boy in temperament.
Hope all this will tide Sam over for a few days. Don't know that I'll mention any of it to our masked men until she makes up her mind. Like Sam they've not officially dated. Though they do have a kind of running flirtation through our windows with JudyJudyJudy, a Calico stray who lives in our yard. Aside from that, they're all innocents. Imagine she'll appreciate knowing that as well. Ahem.
"Nice face, that one is a purebred stray. Lucky you."
Sam's a beauty all right. You may already know this but there are neat Siamese rescue organizations, should you ever want to adopt a kid in need.
She's one of the best bits of luck to ever come to me. She's a magic cat.
"She is anxiously running around the walls waiting for photos of her three potential suitors. She loves that it's three, but is most curious about Rhys!"
Aha! Kind of thought Rhys might be her choice as they have so much in common, except in body type. Master Rhys is loooong, elegant and svelte. I believe he weighs 11.something pounds. As a lilac he's also remained light except for the racing stripes on his hips. He's our sports model. In other words if Sam likes jocks, Rhys is definitely her man.
All three of our bachelors are big time talkers. They've got a lot to say because they've always got so many things to discuss, supervise or actually do. Greeting "their" guests at the front door requires quite a lot of conversation. Well, they have to introduce themselves, don't they?
Still haven't mentioned any of this to them because I realize Sam may change her mind when she sees their photographs or just 'cuz. Plus, I know they'll fly into a frenzy of activity, excitement and bachelor rivalries the instant they see her beauteous photos. Things won't be easily managed at our end but I'll think of something....won't I?
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