"Yes, you heard me. Mom spent some time with and showed some love to another Siamese cat! I wouldn't care if it had been any other cat breed or mutt, but I'm supposed to be her special Siamese girl. Imagine my seething rage when I saw this photo. That's mom with Arthur. I think he's a Flame Point because he's kinda reddish. You don't see a lot of Siamese cats with his coloring, so I'm even more mad that mom got all lovey-dovey with 'special' Arthur. And what business does a Siamese cat have being red, anyway? I know we come in different colors, but red? In case you're interested, I'm considered a Seal Point Siamese. That means that my 'points' are dark brown and my body is light brown. When I was a kitten I was even lighter, a creamy beige. Mind you, I'm the first to admit that I'm not a pure-bred Siamese (I'm 3/4), but who cares? I'm all Siamese in my heart!
So, I guess you want to know who Arthur is. He belongs to my mom's friend Sherri. Mom went all the way to Connecticut for Sherri's surprise birthday party. (I was upset that she left us for the weekend, but we had Carlos to take care of us, and it was only two nights.) So while she's in West Hartford having a good old time, reconnecting with old friends, she takes some time out to love on Sierra and Gus (the dogs), Peanut (the snake), and Arthur. Mom came home and told us about how sweet and affectionate Arthur is. Did she think we needed to hear that? She told us how much he likes to be held (more than me or my brothers) as if we would take kindly to that information. I haven't met Arthur, but just look at him. He thinks he owns my mom! See how tight he's gripping her, like he never wants her to leave? And see how content he is that he's closed his eyes? I don't know for sure, but I bet he was also purring like crazy. I can just tell, the way he's all happy in the photo.
All right, I guess I'm going to forgive mom. After all, she did come home to us, and she was very sweet with us last night. She didn't say anything about seeing Arthur again. In fact, she told me that he is very happy in his own home with Sherri and company. I'm kind of jealous of him, I suppose. I wish I had dogs and a snake. Maybe I can talk mom into bringing home some pets other than more cats. I really could use a break from my brothers!"
I have sad news to report. Shortly after my visit to Connecticut, Peanut the snake passed away. RIP, Peanut.
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