When I first met Banermian, it was only two months old. Its tiny body, in the small basket I specially prepared, showed no sign of shyness at all. It seemed to have already regarded this place as its own home, looking just like a confident real estate agent inspecting a house. At that time, I was overjoyed, thinking that I had finally welcomed a new member into the family. I even fantasized that it would sleep peacefully in this cozy little nest and start our wonderful life together. But who would have thought that it never slept in the basket even once. In the end, the basket became a “new home” for my claw machine dolls. It was really frustrating yet funny.
As we spent more time together, Banermian gradually got familiar with the environment and completely “let itself go.” It was no longer the well – behaved little thing it was when it first arrived. It began to reveal its “true nature.” It always looked at everything around with a condescending gaze, and its haughty appearance made me both angry and amused. However, it also had moments when it was so cute that it could melt your heart. As a loyal fan of Happy Camp, I was pleasantly surprised to find that Banermian seemed to love the show as much as I did. Whenever the familiar opening music played on TV, it would come up to the screen and stare intently, as if watching the show seriously. Sometimes, when it saw something funny, it would jump up excitedly. It was simply my “drama – watching partner.”
When Banermian was a kitten, it was extremely naughty, just like a mischievous “little kid.” It ran around everywhere, making a mess of the house, and wouldn’t listen no matter how I disciplined it. It was truly a “naughty child.” But it was also a “little photography star” in its childhood. Every moment was full of cuteness and liveliness, leaving behind many precious photos. However, as it grew up, I could hardly believe my eyes. The once – adorable little guy had turned into a “black pepper.” I heard that Siamese cats turn black when it’s cold in winter. At first, I was skeptical, but watching Banermian get darker day by day, I had to accept this fact. To prevent it from getting “darker,” I bought it clothes, but then I encountered another problem. Siamese cats have a slender body, and it was hard to find clothes that fit well in the market. Even when I finally got one, it always looked odd on Banermian.
The grown – up Banermian has also developed some “hiding” skills. It often finds all kinds of strange places to hide, sometimes under the sofa, sometimes in the corner of the cabinet. As long as it stays still, it’s like a painting that blends into the environment, making it hard to spot. And it has a strong “obsession” with food. As soon as it smells something delicious, it will immediately appear, staring at you with those eager and somewhat “threatening” eyes, as if saying, “Don’t even think about eating something delicious without me.” It also has a unique “aesthetic” for the ornaments at home. Those beautiful ornaments seem unappealing to it, and it always plays with them casually, as if expressing, “I don’t deserve nice ornaments.” What’s more frustrating is that except for the nest I bought for it, anywhere in the house can become its “bed” – the table, the chair, the windowsill, and even the shoebox. It can sleep soundly in all these places.
Banermian has brought countless joys and surprises, as well as some “shocks,” to my life in its unique way. If you also want to raise a Siamese cat, you must be fully prepared. Accept its dog – like naughty kittenhood, adapt to its transformation from cute to “dark – colored,” and get used to its “disdainful” gaze. Because in the process of getting along with a Siamese cat, every day is full of unknowns and fun. They will become a unique existence in your life in their own way.
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