My 'lion' is truly my baby. I helped 'birth' her 10 years ago when her mom was having trouble. Since then, we've been buddies. She's quite unusual too. She is more of a dark black classic tabby, which is pretty rare for a female. My other girl, the mackerel tabby, is nothing but a motor boat. She purrs so darn loud!
Do fish swim? They never STOP talking. One or the other is always strolling around complaining about something or demanding to be fed/be petted/have the litter box cleaned . . . Right now the BP male is sitting on his haunches in the middle of the study floor complaining - the dog is lying out in one of the easy chairs staring at him wondering why he's making such a fuss.
I have never met a Siamese who didn't talk his or her head off to all and sundry. My parents had a Lilac Point who lived to be 23. She loved to go up into the upstairs hallway and yell at the top of her lungs. She sounded like a colicky baby.
I used to breed and show Siamese B.C. (Before Children.) Our ladies insisted on having their babies in our bed instead of in their beautiful queening box with the soft receiving blankets and the heat lamp. Even moving the box right next to my side of the bed did not convince them that that was the place to be. We finally gave up and just slept with a couple of beach towels spread out under the top sheet when a queen was expecting. After they were born, though, one of our queens insisted on keeping her babies in the wicker trash can in the bedroom. Once she had one very large male kitten, passed the placenta, and then never went back into labor. After 5 hours with no contractions I toted her to my vet still in the wicker trash can. The doc peered into the wastebasket and asked, "If you were so worried, why did you wait three days to bring her in?" I told her she'd had the first kitten five hours ago, and she said, "You're a liar!" (All in fun of course, that was in 1977 and she's still my vet.) But she X-rayed Miss Avi and she was completely empty - that big old boy was the only occupant. When she came in milk he kept four spigots in full operation, and she had an ample supply. He grew and grew and grew - wound up being 15 pounds although he was a very slender cat. We actually showed him to his championship, but the judges used to look at him funny because he was twice the size of anything else in the ring. He did have beautiful conformation, he was just oversize.