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We've had Siamese cats since we acquired Ben, a seal point, in 1986. Siamese just have character, as well as very loud voices and an ability to steal food as soon as your back is turned. Ben is alive and well and living in retirement with Anne's mother, who spoils him rotten (fresh fish and chicken, top of the milk, electrically heated cat bed...) and the beasts pictured below now share - or rather, rule - the house. |
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I'm Ivan the Terrible. I am a thief and proud of it. In my relentless quest for food, no dustbin left unturned, no sideboard left uninvestigated, and no human is allowed to even consider eating something without letting me have a taste. I have recently learned how to open the fridge! I'm also quite partial to small birds and mice, which I have learned to dismantle in an artistic manner. I like having my head scratched, and if you stop doing it, I will clock you round the face until you start doing it again, so be warned. I'm sitting in the oven because it was the warmest place in the kitchen at the time. |
My name is Ming The Merciless and I'm a seal point Siamese. No soft toy is safe from my claws and my jaws. I purr a lot, and I also chirrup when I want something really badly, like another tin opening. My tail is slightly kinked, which is still a fairly common genetic defect in Siamese cats. I was the runt of the litter, which may have something to do with it. I do not have as much brains as my brother, and I am not as good a thief, but when he goes stealing food there's always enough for two, so I do all right. In the picture below, you'll see that my and my brother are fascinated by this weird human habit of immersing themselves in nasty water. |