This is Max.
He was born in my attic. One of six, he was the only Siamese. He has his tabby mom’s white paws and white areas on his chest and belly. Otherwise he is all Seal Point Siamese. His siblings went to the vet for fostering. Max managed to come back home with me. He was about two weeks old. I had to bottle feed, teach him litterbox and how to drink from a bowl. He thinks I’m his mama. He was six ounces the day he joined the household. Now he’s about 25 pounds!
This is Cleo. Cleopatra Queen of the House.
She is a Flame Point Siamese. A friend found her at PetsMart. She was a frail thing, and sad. Really sad. She’d been there a week, no history provided. She stayed curled up in a corner of her cage. She ignored everyone and looked so pathetic. They thought she might be in mourning. I opened the cage and put my hand in. She stood up and walked up to me. I picked her up and she purred. I was the only person she had responded to. They begged me to adopt her. Within 24 hours she had achieved co-alpha cat status.
Max is nine, Cleo about seven. They tolerate each other. They both have blue eyes. Actually, Max’s eyes are hazel, blue to green depending on his surroundings. They are jealous of my attention, so I must always be fair when doling out affection. Max likes to sleep on me. Cleo likes paper bags.
They let me live here in exchange for food and water.