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Smart, clever, inquisitive, VERY affectionate, loads of separation anxiety...<br><br><br><br>
...and quite talkative.<br><br><br><br>
My two furballs are part Siamese, part Himalayan. This is what I just posted in the slut thread:<br><br><br><br><div class="quote-container"><span>Quote:</span>
<div class="quote-block">FOUR o'clock in the morning I heard this loud scratching noise which woke me up. I followed the sound to the floor next to my bed, where Sabrina had managed to pull open the bottom drawer of my nighttable. I managed to rasp out a "Stop that!" to her. She just sat there staring at me and then meowed LOUDLY. and again LOUDLY.</div>
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If you find your bottom dresser drawers pulled open and your socks scattered on the floor, it ain't no burglar, it's your kitty. More than once I've discovered that Sabrina had climbed in through the top drawer on the left of my dresser and curled up in the top drawer in the middle (the three middle drawers have two little doors in front) for a nap. I hope Sadie is spayed: the typical Siamese voice is LOUD and mournful; Ingrid Newkirk described a Siamese cat in heat as sounding like a movie scream queen. Sabrina will jump to the top of the VERY tall bookcase in the corner of my bedroom (from the windowsill) and sit there and just meow, meow and meow until I get exasperated and yell back at her, and then she just gives me an innocent "what?" look.