After reading countless stories about Siamese cats, I can’t help but wonder if I’ve somehow ended up with a “fake” Siamese. My feline friend, this little “coal – miner” as I affectionately call her, is a far cry from the typical image of a Siamese. With a fiery temper, overbearing personality, and an astonishingly strong sense of revenge, she keeps me on my toes every single day.
When it comes to petting, she’s extremely particular and demanding. She allows me to stroke only her head, and the “petting session” is strictly limited to five minutes. The moment I exceed the time limit or try to touch other parts of her body, she strikes without hesitation, sinking her sharp teeth into my skin. I’ve been bitten so many times that my arms and hands are covered in scars. I’ve tried every method I could find online – positive reinforcement, deterrents, even ignoring her – but nothing seems to work. I live in constant fear of her sudden attacks from hidden corners, always on high alert.
It’s hard to believe that this fierce little creature was once an angel. When she was a kitten, she was gentle, never bit, rarely meowed, and would even fall asleep peacefully in my arms. But everything changed after her spaying at six months old. Her personality took a complete turn, becoming increasingly eccentric and distant. Contrary to what people say about spaying mellowing a cat’s temper, my Siamese only seemed to grow more aloof.
On the other hand, she’s incredibly independent when it comes to her daily life. I don’t have to worry about her eating, drinking, using the litter box, or sleeping at all. She has an amazing sense of self – control when it comes to food. Unlike many cats that gobble up whatever is put in front of them, she eats with remarkable restraint, as if she’s consciously watching her figure. Every day, she sticks to a strict diet: four scoops of cat food and one scoop of freeze – dried treats. Any extra food is left untouched until the next day. Since she reached eight pounds, her weight has remained constant. I can’t help but admire her discipline, something I struggle to achieve in my own diet.
She’s also not one to cause chaos around the house. Instead, she prefers to spend her time alone, lost in her own world. She’s neither clingy nor talkative. The only time she breaks her silence is when she wakes me up every morning, and even then, her meows are few and far between. I often find myself envying those cat owners whose felines are affectionate and always by their side. My Siamese, with her cool and detached demeanor, is a stark contrast.
Despite our “rocky” relationship, I can’t imagine my life without her. We may not have the typical loving bond that many cat owners share with their pets, but there’s a strange kind of companionship between us. She’s a constant presence, a source of both frustration and amusement. Our days together are filled with her unexpected quirks and my futile attempts to understand her. It’s like we’re in a long – term “marriage” of sorts – we just have to make it work, because at the end of the day, she’s family, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. As the days go by, I’ve come to accept and even cherish her unique personality. After all, it’s these idiosyncrasies that make her my one – of – a – kind Siamese cat, and I wouldn’t trade her for the world.
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