I was born into the world in June of 2000. I was a feral kittie protecting my 2 sister cats. (I am not sure what became of my mother but I do believe she found a home. I found out later that my father was killed by a car about a year or so after I was adopted.) Then some kind people found me and took me into a large house with other cats waiting to be adopted. When people would come over to look at me I would run away and hide. I am such a frady cat.
Its taken me years to get over the trauma of my youth. I am doing much better now. But then Doug moved into the house I was living at. He seemed like a nice human. When I was chased and bullied by the other cats, I would run into his room and he gave me protection and love. I got to feel very comfortable around him and I eventually started to sleep in his bed. When he moved out, he took me with him and we have been together since. I am very lucky to have an owner like Doug. He is very kind and loving. He is mostly patient with me now that I want my morning outside time. But sometimes he just wants to sit in from of the computer and drink coffee and send e-mails and look at guitars. Boring! There are a lot of birds I need to catch and grass to be eaten and puked back up again. I have to say I like him most when he gives me treats or chicken from his dinner plate. In case you were wondering what type of Siamese I am...they call me a Colorpoint Siamese or Flamepoint.