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MadameDahlia -> RE: How do you address your subs/slaves (6/22/2005 1:58:18 PM)
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He's my pride and joy. I know he's a Siamese but I've never really known what sort. He's a shelter kitty.
He was actually scalped when we first brought him home. Someone or something had shaved off the fur on the top of his head. And he'd managed to get it infected. Poor little thing. We used antibiotic ointment and he was so sad looking - always trying to get someone to give his little head scratches. We tried using kitty safe anti-itch cream, but I don't know how well it worked.
Then he had eye infections... and what seemed to be a very nasty, nasty kennel cough. Mummy was quite protective of the little bugger. I fussed and carted him around and jumped when he sneezed or coughed. (Heh... the Mommy in me can't stand seeing him hurt or sick!)
He's sort of like a parrot. I can hold him over my shoulder and he holds on by himself. Well... actually he sort of just goes limp over my shoulder. And I can walk around, do things with both hands and never have to worry about him. But I think he enjoys it most when I'm holding him in my arms.
He meows, trills, purrs, growls, hisses and makes all sorts of strange noises. And when he hears someone at the front door he HAS to greet them. He's the most affectionate Siamese I've ever heard of. It doesn't matter who comes to the door... he must come and say hello... loudly. A lot. -grins-
He also has an affinity for sitting in cardboard boxes. He sees a box and he's in it two seconds later, peaking over the edge - waiting to swat someone.
I'd better shush or I'll write a book. Anyway... Mummy is oh so very much his pet. And he knows I adore him. The brat.
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