A golden retriever in a Siamese body
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I've never met another cat with such a friendly demeanor and an affinity for people. This is the cat my mom and I stole from an abusive neighbor over a decade ago. We never did figure out his exact age, but he's probably about 16 now! Thankfully still healthy. Still pretty active too, albeit with a lot more naps nowadays.
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I have never heard of a Siamese with an affinity for people outside of its specific owners. -
@AestheticsInMotion A neighbor a couple doors down has a cat named Smudge. He has tag on his collar that says "very friendly." He is indeed very friendly. He makes the rounds of the neighborhood every evening getting scritches from anyone who is outside. He also like to supervise me working in the garage if I have the garage door open.
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@Chariotoflove this one loves everybody. Kids, strangers, other cats, dogs...
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@AestheticsInMotion said in A golden retriever in a Siamese body:
@Chariotoflove this one loves everybody. Kids, strangers, other cats, dogs...
Don't tell her she's Siamese.
There was one I took care of while house sitting. Damn thing hissed and tried to scratch at me even as I was feeding her.
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@Chariotoflove my grandparents had a blue Siamese that was like that. She liked getting attention for a certain length of time known only to her. Pets, belly scratches, you name it. But once you passed that internal timer, the claws came out. A real source of consternation for young me.
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@AestheticsInMotion said in A golden retriever in a Siamese body:
@Chariotoflove my grandparents had a blue Siamese that was like that. She liked getting attention for a certain length of time known only to her. Pets, belly scratches, you name it. But once you passed that internal timer, the claws came out. A real source of consternation for young me.
When Scooby does that, she gets a quick swat, which I swear she takes as if she knew she had it coming, Chris Rock style.
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@AestheticsInMotion said in A golden retriever in a Siamese body:
@Chariotoflove my grandparents had a blue Siamese that was like that. She liked getting attention for a certain length of time known only to her. Pets, belly scratches, you name it. But once you passed that internal timer, the claws came out. A real source of consternation for young me.
I remember seeing a wildlife doco where a park ranger was scratching the tummy of a young lion in a wildlife refuge, who was writhing around ecstatically, and thinking "that's going to end badly one of these days". I have yet to meet a cat for whom belly rubs don't eventually end in "suddenly, I feel the need to rip your intestines out though your forearm".