Anyone that knows me, or has visited me recently, knows I adore siamese cats. Obsessively adore.
I blog about my cats. I talk about my cats. I am the crazy cat lady, at times.
Why do I love my siamese?
Think of your favorite celebrity of the opposite sex. The one you'd 'just die' to meet. To be ignored by.
Think of walking into a Starbucks somewhere and seeing the object of your obsession, standing across the room from you, latte in hand, ignoring you. Looking perfect. Sunglasses on. Impeccably dressed. Aloof. Silent. Ignoring you.
That's what living with a siamese is all about. This gorgeous, impossibly perfect creature, that ignores you.
Call it a daily dose of self-abuse. Call it what you want. It's why I have Siamese.
I blog about my cats. I talk about my cats. I am the crazy cat lady, at times.
Why do I love my siamese?
Think of your favorite celebrity of the opposite sex. The one you'd 'just die' to meet. To be ignored by.
Think of walking into a Starbucks somewhere and seeing the object of your obsession, standing across the room from you, latte in hand, ignoring you. Looking perfect. Sunglasses on. Impeccably dressed. Aloof. Silent. Ignoring you.
That's what living with a siamese is all about. This gorgeous, impossibly perfect creature, that ignores you.
Call it a daily dose of self-abuse. Call it what you want. It's why I have Siamese.
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