I’m a softy for Siamese. It’s my compromise between wanting a dog and a 12 hour work day. As a kid we had a couple. Smedley, who was a doll until we outgrew dressing him up, and Skeeter, who was one of the dumbest cats who ever lived. Skeets was a sweety, but a rock; she never figured out how to open a door and always went to the hinge side.
When I moved out I got Spook & Lucy. They were a pair. From separate litters, but only 2 weeks apart. They were a little bit different. They were around for 16,17 years. Spooky had this deep gravelly meow. She sounded like a pack-a-day smoker.
The next generation is Francine & Gladys. They’re from the same breeder, but a year and a half apart. There’s a definite difference in how they get along from the littermates. They’re like 2 kids, one being the annoying little sister. They are quieter than the last two. They still talk, but not as much.
And then there’s Norman. I think Norm would like to be an only cat, but she picked the wrong house for that.
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