Have you ever had the privilege of knowing a Siamese cat? I’ve been lucky enough to know several in my life, and the first one was a tomcat I’ll never forget!
His name was Bourbon, and he looked a lot like the cat in this photo. He was the neighborhood tomcat, back when we only had about five neighbors in a square mile, and he would saunter into the yard looking for pets and possibly a handout. Of course, we always obliged, and he’d wander off when he’d had his fill.
My Grammy lived about half an hours’ drive away, and so was frequently over for supper, holidays, and so on. She had her own cat, a fluffy black beauty named Twinkletoes. Now, this was quite a while ago, and the prevailing wisdom at the time was that cats made better pets if they’d had one litter of kittens before they were spayed. We know now that this is baloney, but like I said, it was quite a few years ago. I remember her looking like this picture:
When Twinkletoes was old enough, Grammy brought her out to the house to see if Bourbon would help out with the process of getting some kittens, and boy was he smitten!
That cat was in LOVE! He came by the house every day. He talked to her through the screen door. He sang love songs to her, day and night. And, finally, she was convinced that this was, in fact, the tomcat for her.
Whew! We were SO glad the singing was over. I don’t know if you’ve ever heard a tomcat singing out his wants, but they’re LOUD! And, they’re persistent. Oh, yes, and they’re not very musical (at least by my standards)!
Of course, the story doesn’t end there. Twinkletoes stayed with us while she was expecting, and after 8 weeks, she produced 4 kittens. Two were black and fluffy, and looked just like their mom. But two were white! All the kittens had blue eyes when they opened them, as all kittens do. But, in the meantime…
Bourbon had become Twinks’ constant companion. Unlike most tomcats, he came and visited every day. All the time she was expecting! And, when the kittens came, he started to babysit!! He’d lay down in the basket with them, clean their ears, groom them, and play with them as they got older.
My parents, and Grammy, had never heard of such a thing, so we were all pretty impressed!
As the kittens got a little older, the black ones’ eyes turned yellow, but the white ones started getting color on their noses, ears, feet and tails, and their eyes stayed blue. They were SO adorable! Even when they were old enough to get out of the basket and play, Bourbon would let them attack his tail, jump on him, wrestle with him, and generally indulge them like any fond dad.
We had no trouble finding homes for the kittens, and when they were old enough, three of them went to live at friends’ and neighbors’ homes. My Mom fell completely in love with one of the Siamese, and she named him Bandit, for his mask.
Twinkletoes returned to Grammy’s apartment, had her surgery, and lived happily for many years. Bourbon stopped the daily visits when Twink left, but still came by fairly regularly, just like before. He’d visit with Bandit, and they were always friendly. We had the pleasure of his company for several years.
I’ll always remember Bourbon as the exceptional cat that he was, and be thankful that I had the pleasure of knowing him. I’ve had several Siamese of my own over the years, but he was the first, and you can tell that he left a mark on me!
If you love Siamese cats as much as I do, please check out “My Siamese Cat Journal”, available on Amazon at https://amzn.to/2pyRjjh and learn more about where they’re from, what they’re like, and why they’re so different!