FOR SALE (or giveaway)
Two almost 3 year old Siamese cats.
Bro/Sis pair.
Beautiful and smart.
Blue eyes like cool pools of water.
Long pedigrees.
Low milage (still won’t wear harnesses to go on walkies)
Loudest meow and purr, evah!
Very active (dafuk? it’s 3am)
Female, Meeko, has a kink in her tail.
Male, Bear has 66 whiskers (yes, I counted)
I assure you they are perfect angels. Really. I wouldn’t lie about that;) No, my fingers aren’t crossed behind my back. I swear.
Loving and sweet.
A bit finicky about their food. Shouldn’t be a real problem. I have their food requirements written out on 3 note book pages. Easy read.
All shots and spayed/nuetered.
They come with a butt-load of accoutrements.
Oops, did not know that!
Peeps, I assure you I’m kidding. I would never REALLY part with them.
About 3am in the morning I might have a different story.
I don’t know how to post pictures. God, I wish I did!
There’s no way to directly post pictures; what you can do is sign up with a photo-hosting website (I use Imgur; stay away from Photobucket, because they have become terrible), and then share links to the pictures you want to share.
For instance, here are Merry and Pippin, my new bebes.
I’ll take them on contingency. I have to wait until my current kat croaks.
He is so seriously stupid, I would find the evil, conniving ways of Siamese to be refreshing!
How well do they travel? When they get “upset,” do they poop on everything? My family is so everlastingly TIRED of emotionally-pooping cats.
~VOW
(If my family knew I was even contemplating such a thing, they would call the nice men in the white coats to put me in the backwards-facing jacket with the long straps, and I would spend my Golden Years in a locked ward…)
They most decidedly DO NOT travel good. It’s a major ordeal to go the vet.
Oh and I forgot to add in the OP: they have all their claws. 20 each. I know them all on an intimate level.
They’re not really saleable. Are they?
I know a great seafood restuarant with a nice back alley. Hmmm?
I’ve almost exclusively had Siamese cats. Starting as a small child, I lost my 16 and 18 year old last year. I have a barn cat now, but not a house cat. I miss having a Siamese sleep on my head, but with 5 dogs, it’s not really fair to bring in a cat, especially since they killed a kitten I rescued when he got outdoors. They were fine with him indoors, and I honestly think they saw a furry thing move in the grass and just went into prey mode.
When I was a wee girl my Mother told stories of her childhood Siamese cat. He was the neighborhood bully. No dog crossed his path without action being taken up. He got up to all manner of hijinx. He was a character. So, naturally, I always wanted Siamese cats.
We have had and fostered many cats during my adult life. I assured the Breeder I got these 2 from that I was a very experienced cat parent. She gave me a book to read up on while waiting for the big birthday. I was totally prepared…
NOT!!!
These guys are nothing like I expected.
It’s been an adventure, to say the least. Everyday more surprises and drama.
I do love them, idiosyncrasies and bad tempers included. They have allowed me to be their caretaker. I get momentary glimpses that they might love me. Blinkie eyes and good-morning purrs. Ankle dancing down stairs at the crack of dawn I could live without, though.
I would never give them away. I got way too much cash invested in their furry butts!!
I kid. I really do adore them!
Bear is, at this exact moment balancing on my knee. All 4 feet in a tight little square. If I breathe too deep all 20 claws will extend into my knee flesh. And he will protest.
Meeko is in the dog bed that the dogs have never gotten to use. (I don’t make the rules, folks).
They’re watching you now, you know. Every time you wake, every breath you take, they’ll be watching you. Don’t believe what you see in that Will Smith movie, a homemade faraday cage can’t block out the satellite. You’re on the list now, and once on the list, you never get off the list. SHHH don’t talk about it! First rule of The List Club is Don’t Talk About The List Club.
You were just joking, but they aren’t.
They’re Masters of the ways of espionage. Sent down there to spy by the CIA*. Why, I bet they’ve even got a kitty flag hangin in garage.
