On Monday this week,
I had a chat with my mum and in the conversation I mentioned how much I would utterly delight in having a
Siamese cat to keep my dog company,
but they're hard to find and they're very expensive if pedigree.
So I dropped it.
Yesterday, I went for lunch in my local Parque de la Reina bar,
and the young waiter sat down beside me and after 5 minutes of
"
Tengo-ing" and "
Tiene-ing" and "
Quieres-ing",
the conversation went a bit like this,
"I, ah, donh suppoz yoo wanna gato? Fo free?"
"Um, yeah, actually, I do..."
"Wel, shez too month ol. Only a bebe. Yoo wanna food?
I donh now if shez gerl o boy.."
"Can I see it?"
"Sí" The waiter came back with the most beautiful little blue eyed...yup, you guessed it...
Siamese cat.
I thought things would be okay.
The kitten who fell asleep in my lap while I ate was so calm.
Then the broody mother cat smelled her scent.
She came over, slapped me, clamped down on her baby's neck trying to pull her away (i found out it was a girl), and the mum was pulling so hard she ripped the baby's hair out.
I went quickly from the restaurant and home.
BAD IDEA! My pup Neko loved her, but she absoluted
FREAKED OUT.
My mum tried to pin her down by the scruff but she was throwing herself everywhere in panic.
She clawed my mum up pretty bad, and bit all the way through her fingernail, into her finger, we decided, the cat with no-name...had to go.
I guess its a shame.
I did always want a Siamese from when I saw "The Aristocats" as a child,
but alas, 'twas not meant to be.
I'm taking her back this afternoon.
End Blog.
lol