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Siamese Toms
Your account of the amorous adventures of your red tom is much like our experience, over 25 years ago, with our Siamese tom, Prince de Blu (he was a pedigreed bluepoint), a fantastically beautiful cat with a creamy coat and the most startling blue eyes to go with his blue-grey points. Very affectionate, and generally would sleep on my head.
Prinny, as we called him, had a truly awesome sex drive; you could not keep him in the house, since he would scream the place down (you could hear him eight houses away) until you let him out. Of course, there were lashings of strange kittens around the neighborhood after a while, most with blue eyes.
Prinny's sex life was his undoing. When he was about 6 years old, he went out catting one night and didn't return for several days. My mother in law, who was sitting on the front porch, saw him coming up the walk and screamed for us to come. Prinny staggered up the walk, and collapsed on the steps. We found that he had terrible bites on his legs, so we rushed him to the vet, who guessed he had come out second best in a to-do with a possum, of which there were plenty in our neighborhood. He stitched up Prinny, put in drains, bandaged him, gave him several injections, and we took him home (the cat, not the vet). Predictably, the very next day, the feline fury went to the door and started screaming. My wife, a nurse, figured that if he were human he certainly shouldn't be out screwing that soon, and tried to keep him in, but no go; we finally had to let him out. Next day, a neighbor called to say the cat was in his yard, after chasing and succeeding in coupling with his cat, but that he was acting strange. We went to bring him back, but he was gone. Next day, he showed up, staggering again, and collapsed and died before we could get to the vet again. The vet figured that nookie was too much for him in his condition. What a morality tale.
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A friend had a canine called Deefer (Dog).
Cap K's mention of the Queen of Thailand's name gives me the opportunity to tell you about a conversation at a local Thai restaurant last week. On the wall were photos of two regal-looking people. One of my companions asked the (Thai) waitress "Who are the people in the photos?"
"Oh, they're the king and queen of Thailand."
"What are their names?"
"Well, the queen is called Silly Git and the king -"
"Called what?!?"
"Silly Git."
All five of us heard the same thing, both times. I must confess here to my own ignorance and that of the rest of the group - I had to get onto the Internet next day to discover that she'd been saying Sirikit.
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I once had a duck whose entire life was one big identity crisis. We bought a pair of little Muscovy ducklings from the local feed store, and were told that one of them was male and one female. I named the male Henry and the female Josephine. Sadly, Henry was killed by some marauding animal, and poor little Josephine was left alone with a flock of chickens. She eventually got over her sorrow at losing Henry and became convinced that she, too, was a chicken--following them around devotedly, pecking at the ground and generally doing everything in a chickenish manner. All was well for a while, until I discovered that the little duck named Josephine was turning into a large Muscovy drake! The feed store, as usual, had gotten mixed up. There was nothing to do but shorten HIS name to Joe, since I was so used to calling "her" Josephine. We tried getting Joe two female Muscovies to keep him company, but he would have none of them. He was still convinced that he was a chicken. 
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I understand from military friends that visited Thailand that the cats prowled the temples and would yowl and scratch anyone who tried to touch forbidden items. There was also a story going around (no vouching for this one) that the crown jewels were displayed openly with cats as guards ... go for the jewels and get covered by snarling, biting, claw-raking cats! BTW I'm sure all you cat lovers know the Lillian Braun books, titles all start with the words "The Cat Who ..." wonderful series even for a dog lover like me. AND, should I ever get an unnamed dog, given my past in music, I would name him Figaro for the joy of calling him using the famous "Barber of Seville" tenor aria!  FINALLY, the spell wrecker wants my wow signature to be wrangle. Wrangle (SOED CD) a freq. angry or noisy dispute, arguement or altercation. Hmmmmmm wow
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My cats have dull, nothing names...Baby Bobo and Maggie.
Maggie is 18 1/2 and hanging in there! She is a Maine Coon.
Baby Bobo (grandchild responsible for this sickening name) is a Lynx Point.
What I would like to share are my favorite quotes about cats...true there are hundreds. "In a cat's eye everything belongs to the cat" (unamed English source) "If man could be crossed with the cat, it would improve man, but it would deteriorate the cat." ...Mark Twain. Another that is soooo true "Cats love obedient people!" I am obedient!
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I have a cat, its name is Winky. Domestic Short Hair. It will wink at you. Just wait and see.
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The vet figured that nookie was too much for him in his condition. What a morality tale.But what a way to go!
The idiot also known as Capfka ...
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My aunt, resident on a farm, once took pity on a yard cat which had become ill, got the health thing sorted and brought it inside so it became a house cat, their first ever. It remained unnamed (people tend not to name cats on farms - they are there for one purpose and one purpose only) until it began to show a distressing tendency to want to rule the roost. It would wake them up in the morning by sitting on the end of their bed and yowling. If that wasn't successful at getting them up to feed it, it would stalk across the bed and begin batting their noses (fortunately with a closed paw). When they finally gave in and got up to feed it, it would hunt them up the passage, swiping at their heels with its claws.
It drew blood on me once when I was staying and earned a few seconds flight time towards its pilot's licence.
In my house, that would have got it a death sentence. In their house, it merely got the cat named "Slash". Died happy, very old, and very much in control ...
Diff'rent strokes for diff'rent folks, I guess!
The idiot also known as Capfka ...
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I hope that all you cat-lovers have come across the books by Deric Longden -- some of the funniest English writing in print! And his wonderfully dotty mother!!!
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Paulb...I checked our library via computer and they do have Longen's books...available even! So tomorrow I will go get "The Cat Who Came In From The Cold". Thank you!
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