My vet said she's worth a lot of money, or would be if she had papers. All we can figure is she might have been on her way home with new owners (she was young!) and they had a car accident on the busy road nearby.
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. The dog officer did get what had to be the brother, which was also never claimed, but that's where the trail ends. This was 8 years ago and Sam still looks like a kitten with only a little darkening.
"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.