YSaC, Vol. 620: Meow meow meow meow, meow meow meow meow….

2010 March 29

I have a siamese cat


give me a call ###-#### Roy

Really? You have a Siamese cat, do you? How interesting.

Is there some reason you are posting this fact to Craigslist, or do you just like to volunteer random bits of information? Is that why you want us to call you? I can just imagine the conversation:

Me: “Hello, I read your ad on Craigslist”
Roy: “I have a Siamese cat!”
Me: “Yes, you mentioned in the ad. Are you trying to find a home for it?”
Roy: “I like cheese!”
Me: “Yes, but about the cat…”
Roy: “This one time, I got to go on a ROLLER COASTER!”
Me: “Okaay”
Roy: “I like Jell-O”
Roy’s Mom (in the background): “Roy, sweetie! Nap-time!”

Of course, given that this is a Siamese cat, there’s another possibility. The authors of this site live with a Siamese cat who occasionally allows them onto the bed. In fact, she’s sitting on my lap as I am writing this. But the defining trait of Siamese is that they are noisy little buggers. They talk constantly. Sometimes they even sing opera at three in the morning while you’re trying to get some sleep. I mean, really, you have to go to work in the morning, and the idiot cat decides that 2:30 AM is the PERFECT time for a medley of Puccini’s greatest arias from under the dining room table, and holy COW why won’t she STOP….

Excuse me, I digress.

The point is, I wonder if the point of the ad is so you can call and talk to the cat.

Thanks for the link, girlcandream!

118 Responses leave one →
  1. 2010 March 29

    I lived with a Siamese cat, and frankly I find that having survived the ordeal a badge of honor. Maybe Sparky feels the same way.

    I really did love that cat, but geez-louise he was very opinionated! If his eyes were open, he was offering his version of everything from dust bunnies to world events.

    Sigh…….I really miss him……

    Adores: 8
  2. 2010 March 29
    JAMen permalink

    I have a Siamese Cat,
    Her name is Tiny Kim.
    I put her on the phone,
    so she could talk to my friend Jim.

    She chatted all the morning,
    she chatted all the night,
    she tried to chat him up for days,
    but Jim was bored, all right?

    So if you’re feeling lonely,
    and need a little chat,
    Call ###-####, ask for Roy,
    and talk to his Siamese Cat (cat cat cat).

    Adores: 65
    • 2010 March 29
      christina permalink

      This will be stuck in my head all day long. Add a plus one because sadly, I can’t ๐Ÿ™‚

      Adores: 2
    • 2010 March 29
      Colleen in MA permalink

      Nice JAMen. Now I can only hope this song pushes the “gimme back that filet o’ fish” song out of my head.

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      • 2010 March 29
        JAMen permalink

        I aim to please. Anything to jostle an earworm. ew.

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      • 2010 March 29
        EclecticBlue permalink

        Agh, Colleen! I try so hard to limit my exposure to that vile tune, and now it’s in my head! And since I don’t know the tune that JAMen is referring to, I can’t use that to exorcise it…

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        • 2010 March 30
          Colleen in MA permalink

          ooops – EclecticBlue, my sincere apologies!!

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  3. 2010 March 29
    tigprincess permalink

    I had a Siamese cat then many cats later, a Birman (long-haired version of Siamese with brain removed and fluff provided instead). I loved them both. They tolerated me. They both liked to talk to my friends on the phone, often not letting me get a word in edgeways. If only our llama-nun had left in the phone number I could have relived my days with Choy and Misty by phoning long-distance to talk to Roy’s cat.
    *slopes off for strong coffee and wipes away tears*
    PS Awesome poem, JAMen.

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    • 2010 March 29
      JAMen permalink

      *blush* thanks.

      I never had the honor of being owned by a Siamese…but a very dear friend of mine in college had one. And I loved her. She really couldn’t have cared less about me, except that I bore treats. Yeah…I’m cheap like that. Come to think of it, a more recent dear friend has a Siamese who gave me the stink eye until I started treating him, too. I’m so easy.

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    • 2010 March 29

      Our neighbour before we moved had a Birman, very chatty and yes, rather brainless too.

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    • 2010 March 29
      eeee permalink

      Many years ago, I had a 1/4 Siamese cat named Sushi who is still a legend in my family. When I returned from Okinawa, Japan (where I’d gotten her) and moved back in with my parents for a while, I let her out of the crate and showed her the litter box – which she ignored – food and water, etc. Then I carried her back out to the kitchen. The very first thing she did when I set her down was to stalk over to my mother’s handbag and pee, noisily and extensively, in it.

      Sushi was unbelievably loud and talkative, to the point that we sometimes had to go into another room to carry on a conversation. (She was also lazy, so she’d seldom get up and follow us.) Her favorite things in the world were to be spun around on an office-type chair, and to be manually spun on the kitchen floor. Hmm… that sounds a bit naughty, but what I mean is that she’d flop down on the floor, then screech and howl until someone would come hook a hand or toe in her “armpit” and spin her in circles on the floor until she’d finally shut up.

      At least twice on any given day, someone in the house could be heard yelling over the yowls, “For God’s sake, will someone PLEASE go spin that cat?” and we always wondered what the neighbors must have thought we meant.

      Now, some 15-20 years later, I was given a part-Siamese kitten for Christmas. (Apparently the rule about not giving presents that eat or, um, defecate doesn’t apply to parents, no matter how old their children get.) The kitten, Cambria, is already the most personality-laden cat in the house – and she loooooooves to be spun in my office chair. She’s not too vocal yet, though – I’m torn between hoping she lives up to Sushi’s legacy of high-volume eccentricity, vs. relishing the peace, quiet, and relative normalcy.

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      • 2010 March 29

        I think that has to be my quote of the day

        โ€œFor Godโ€™s sake, will someone PLEASE go spin that cat?โ€

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      • 2010 March 29
        Lola permalink

        A friend of mine has said her father and his wife have a cat who loves to be spun on the cardboard tray that beverages come in – they’re in the low tray which is then covered over with plastic. They took the plastic and the Snapple out of it and the cat laid in it. Just to see what she would do, her father spun the cat around in the tray, and she loved it! She’s now so pudgy that she overflows the tray, but when they can spin her around on the floor, she closes her eyes in pleasure. I’m so amused to hear of other cats that like that motion as well!

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  4. 2010 March 29
    Windrose permalink

    I’m pretty sure Roy is trying to start an “I have a Siamese Cat!” club. Or a web site. Or a blog. Good ol’ Roy.

    Adores: 4
    • 2010 March 29
      SilvaNoir permalink

      That was my thought too… Siamese cat club.

      P.S.
      A drawing for you:

      http://silvanoir.deviantart.com/art/Windrose-158823185

      ๐Ÿ™‚

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      • 2010 March 29
        Lola permalink

        Silva, that is lovely! Too funny! I hope WR thinks so, too!

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        • 2010 March 29

          I sent a copy to her phone, otherwise she wouldn’t get to see it until tonight. ๐Ÿ™‚

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        • 2010 March 29

          She likes it. Of course. ๐Ÿ™‚

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      • 2010 March 29
        sarajean80 permalink

        Very awesome!

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      • 2010 March 29

        That is awesome!!

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      • 2010 March 29
        christina permalink

        Silva, that is awesome!!+elebenty!
        Poor Isaac is going to be looking a little rough; two in a row with those things!

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      • 2010 March 29

        brilliant Silva, great work

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      • 2010 March 29
        Jen permalink

        Ahahaha I love it!! See, this is why you can’t go away, Silva – everything’s better with pictures (or pictures of pictures)!

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      • 2010 March 29
        ??? permalink

        I love the sunglasses!

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      • 2010 March 29
        EclecticBlue permalink

        Hilarious! I love it! *plus*

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      • 2010 March 29
        Windrose permalink

        I love it! It’s so me! And it’s so this list! 8) Thank you, thank you, thank you! May I please use it as my avitar?

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        • 2010 March 29
          SilvaNoir permalink

          sure, use it however you’d like ๐Ÿ™‚

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        • 2010 March 30

          Silva, you are so talented … and so gracious!

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    • 2010 March 29
      CapnMac permalink

      Wait, shouldn’t that be a conjoined-cat club, to use the presently preferred term-of-art?

      Which must needs evince:
      Ran-n-the Siamese playing the Conjoined-Cat Klub 2Nite (Dams Free; Toms $5)

      Adores: 2
      • 2010 March 29
        TheCarpathian permalink

        Or a Dam plus a Tom for $7?
        (Hey, can’t hurt to try some CraigsMath, right?)

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  5. 2010 March 29

    “We are Siamese if you please
    We are Siamese if you don’t please
    We are from a residence of Siam
    There is no finer cat then I am!”
    ~ Lady and the Tramp

    Sorry, cat math attack with a serious dash of Disney tossed in.

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    • 2010 March 29

      This song, incidentally, is how I learned (and subsequently became obsessed with) the word “domicile” when I was 3.

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    • 2010 March 29

      That song had a bad ass bass line. I think I’ll bump it when I roll through the ‘hood.

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  6. 2010 March 29
    mudslicker permalink

    This ad was Roy’s last attempt to save himself before he was drawn and quartered while swimming in the pond out back.

    Do you see that thing swimming round and round
    Maybe we can reach on in and make it drown
    If we sneaking up upon it carefully
    There will be head for you and a tail for me.

    We are Siamese if you please because there are no finer cats than we am.

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  7. 2010 March 29

    Given what you folks have been saying, I wonder: How will Roy hear the phone?

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    • 2010 March 29
      mudslicker permalink

      Roy was obviously an idiot.

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      • 2010 March 29
        JAMen permalink

        The cat is holding him hostage…making him type…under threat of claw to the nostril. Devious they are, these Siamese cats.

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    • 2010 March 29
      Windrose permalink

      The cat, no doubt, will answer the phone.

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    • 2010 March 29
      CapnMac permalink

      Well, there’s no area code given, so the Thai-cat is only going to get local calls.

      Or, this is the final clue to the ongoing feline conspiracy, and the cells all have the same number in every area code.

      And, we humans ne’er the wiser, as the phone will be answered in m’r’-Lao

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      • 2010 March 29
        Jessabell permalink

        I was the submitter of Roy’s ad. There is no area code because this state only has one!

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        • 2010 March 29
          Windrose permalink

          A Whole State? With only one area code? Oh, did you feel that? My mind just boggled! Dude! A bunch of talented people I knew in the early 70s in a Sci-Fi club performed a skit about Colonizing Wyoming. It was so funny. 8)

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        • 2010 March 29
          christina permalink

          I once worked with a guy who claimed that no one actually lived in North Dakota and that the tourism ads they played on television were a trap to harvest organs.

          Adores: 6
        • 2010 March 30

          We’ve just got the one area code here in Vermontland. But we don’t have many people up here.

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  8. 2010 March 29
    Heather permalink

    I like chocolate miiiilllk…

    Adores: 4
    • 2010 March 29
      Steve permalink

      Gummy Bears!

      Adores: 6
      • 2010 March 29
        jackie31337 permalink

        Nallekarkkia! Viikset! (Sorry, I saw that movie in Finnish, so I don’t know the lines in English.)

        Adores: 2
        • 2010 March 29
          sarajean80 permalink

          According to the All-Knowing Google, it’s “Moustache!”

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        • 2010 March 29
          Jane permalink

          Now I wish I could’ve seen that movie in Finnish!

          Adores: 1
  9. 2010 March 29
    Lola permalink

    That’s nice, Roy. I used to supervise a woman (30ish) who lived with her parents and who would periodically call home and ask her mother to hold the phone by her cat so she could meow at it (totally not making this up, wish I were). Are you asking us to call your cat when you’re not able to do so, Roy?
    Did we fire that woman later for repeated inappropriate behavior? Yes, yes, we did.

    My last cat was a real talker and singer, to the point where people would ask if he was siamese; he wasn’t, not as far as anyone could tell. He totally did aria singing at 2:30. Wanna-be siamese, I guess.

    Adores: 2
    • 2010 March 29

      OMG!! Now I have to clean my monitor screen, Lola!

      Adores: 1
    • 2010 March 29
      sarajean80 permalink

      I have three cats and I have never called any of them on the phone. If I ever do, you have permission to taze my ass until the desire passes.

      Adores: 11
      • 2010 March 29
        B....... permalink

        Just as well. They probably wouldn’t give you their cell phone numbers, even if you did buy the phones for them………

        Adores: 6
        • 2010 March 29
          sarajean80 permalink

          And then there’s the whole lack-of-opposable-thumbs thing.

          Most cats would probably let it go to voice mail rather than waste the energy to answer the phone anyway.

          Adores: 5
        • 2010 March 29
          Colleen in MA permalink

          I think my cat would have crank called the four dogs that used to live upstairs from us in our old apartment.

          Ya wanna go out??!! Ya wanna go for a ride??!!!!! [click]

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        • 2010 March 29
          sarajean80 permalink

          “Squirrel!” {:click:}
          *(Skittering sound of doggie toenails followed by the sound of cats laughing)*

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        • 2010 March 29
          chronologicallygifted permalink

          As we all know, dogs come when called but cats let it kick over to voice mail, take a message, and get back to you later. Maybe.

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    • 2010 March 29
      SilvaNoir permalink

      I’ve talked to my dog on the phone.
      More than once.
      *hangs head in shame*

      But I didn’t specifically call for the dog, and never from work. It was while on vacations and talking to anyone who was at home and asking them to put the phone up to the dog for a minute so she could hear my voice.

      So I’m only a tiny bit crazy. I think.

      Adores: 2
      • 2010 March 29
        Lola permalink

        When I first moved away and my parents would put me on speaker phone, sometimes they’d ask me to say hi to the dog and the dog would run around and freak out because it could hear me but not see or smell me. But I never called to talk to the dog, specifically, and I always communicated in human speech, not barking. It was mainly for the amusement factor, not because I actually thought the dog would understand me or anything.

        Adores: 1
        • 2010 March 29

          Until my mother figured out that voice mail is not an answering machine (a period of about 6-12 months) I often got fascinating voice mail for the cat:
          “Honey, are you home? hello? HELLO? pick up the phone! Edward, it’s Grandma! meow meow meow meow meow! Get mommy to pick up the phone! meow meow meow meow meow…”

          Of course, even if it had been an answering machine, I highly doubt the cat would have “got mommy to pick up the phone,” he’s not highly motivated.

          And yes, my mother, having given up on my producing grandchildren anytime soon (hey mom, PhD before b-a-b-y) calls my cat “her grandkitty”…. sigh.

          Adores: 13
        • 2010 March 29
          sarajean80 permalink

          My mom does that, too. She doesn’t even have the lack-of-grandkids excuse, since my sister has three kids.

          And she calls her cat my “little sister.”

          Adores: 1
        • 2010 March 29
          Jane permalink

          When my mom calls she sometimes asks me to hold the phone up for my dog (who spent much of his earliest puppyhood with her because she works from home), and it terrifies him. He cowers in the back of his crate and barks at the phone. I have never heard her bark back, though, so I suppose it’s not so bad…

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      • 2010 March 29
        sarajean80 permalink

        We’re all a little mad here…

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        • 2010 March 29
          CapnMac permalink

          To quote Bubba, if we weren’t all crazy we’d all go insane.

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        • 2010 March 29
          Lola permalink

          My parents are firmly not fooled by “fur babies” or whatever else you want to call them. They want a real husband and grandbaby – human!
          Me, I’m taking my time … bio-clock be damned.

          Adores: 1
        • 2010 March 29
          sarajean80 permalink

          That’s where having a baby-factory sister comes in handy.

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        • 2010 March 29
          Lola permalink

          I’m an only, sarajean, hence the parental franticness re: reproducing.

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        • 2010 March 30

          You must be mad, or you wouldn’t have come here.

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      • 2010 March 29
        Windrose permalink

        *ahem* I have called home to talk to birds. Sometimes they talk back. *tries not to miss Bella, who went back to her real mommy and daddy a week ago*

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        • 2010 March 29

          We’re all here cuz we’re not all there tonight.

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        • 2010 March 30
          Lola permalink

          Windrose: birds can actually talk back and might recognize your voice. That’s a bit different.

          HHNF: +1 – Possibly the unofficial motto of this site.

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    • 2010 March 29

      I thought my Misty (my avatar) was the only non-siamese who did middle of the night songs Lola. I guess she’s not quite as weird as I thought she was.

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      • 2010 March 29
        Lola permalink

        dev, mine was also almost completely deaf, so it was loud and atonal. Perhaps not opera, more like … Yoko Ono, really.

        Adores: 6
        • 2010 March 29

          maybe the deaf part is the reason then? My Misty is 21 years old, a little arthritic and rather deaf, and the older she’s gotten the loader the songs have been.

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        • 2010 March 29
          sarajean80 permalink

          I had a tortie named Misty too! Her mother was Siamese, so she was very…chatty when the mood struck her. My dad called her Goat-Cat because she sounded like a goat when she meowed.(or so he said)

          Happy real birthday, Dev!

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        • 2010 March 29

          Thanks sarajean ๐Ÿ™‚

          As for my Misty, I’m not sure I could even begin to describe what she sounds like she “sings” I just know it’s damn loud.

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        • 2010 March 29
          sarajean80 permalink

          I’ll swap you one of mine. Fearless has a “broken meow-er”, she sounds like she has very bad laryngitis and makes a sort of raspy squeak. If you’re not looking right at her, most of the time you can’t tell she’s meowing.

          Adores: 1
      • 2010 March 29
        Bridgete permalink

        My all-black cat is definitely a Siamese wannabe. His usual babysitters when I’m out of town insist there’s some Siamese in his background. I have no clue, he was rescued from a bag on the side of the road, but he definitely has the talking gene…2:30 am arias and all. At least he has a rather pleasant voice.

        As for the deafness theory…Severus is 4 and nowhere near deaf.

        Adores: 1
        • 2010 March 29
          Lola permalink

          Bridgete, my deafie was nearly all black (v. small white streak on throat, a few other dots, and random hairs). I wonder if that has some kind of connection, too. My current one looks very much like him (not intentionally, he just had the best personality) and while he doesn’t really sing, he will talk at you. A lot. He does do something that I call “Narnia check” where he will investigate inside of the closets, and in the biggest one will make tiny baby meows, like he’s lost. I think it’s like a kid freaking themselves out on purpose. Eventually he runs out like he’s escaping from something, probably his imagination.
          Drama queen.

          Adores: 8
        • 2010 March 29
          screamer permalink

          Screamer shakes her head at the mind-picture of sarajean reading the cats lips!

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        • 2010 March 30
          Bridgete permalink

          Hey Lola,

          Huh, maybe the all-black thing does have something to do with it. My family’s cat when I was growing up was very vocal, he was a tuxedo. A friend of mine also has a tuxedo. Neither one is quite as vocal as my Severus, though…maybe those little spots of white counteract it. ๐Ÿ˜‰

          The only other all-black cat I ever knew was my Aunt’s cat, Flash…so named because he was very skittish. I never heard him meow…but that doesn’t mean he didn’t, he was just very uncomfortable around unfamiliar people.

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      • 2010 March 29
        Lara (Another Lara) permalink

        I just had to come out of lurkdom to say that my cat, Sam, is 21 and deaf, and she sings her tiny orange head off at 3 am. Misty is gorgeous, develish1.

        *slips back on cloak of lurker invisibility*

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        • 2010 March 29

          welcome out of the shadows Lara,

          the pic I use for my avatar is about 2 or 3 years old, and she’s a little thinner now, but still very cute.

          Oh and just call me Dev, everyone else does.

          Adores: 1
      • 2010 March 30
        Anne Lions permalink

        I thought I had the only cat who does the “Narnia” thing! I have several cats and my mother gets quite concerned when she hears one particular cat making those pitiful “lost” noises. I’ll often get called upon to go “save” the cat from wherever it is. I’ll never actually FIND the cat, though, just turn around and there she is; sitting there as if nothing happened. Crazy cat.

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        • 2010 March 30

          We currently room with an Abyssinian/Mau mix…and he’s frighteningly intelligent….and chatty…when he gets in trouble, he backtalks, when he wants to go to bed, he talks…apparently thinking we can’t manage to go to bed (or the bathroom, now that I think of it) without his assistance.

          He is fond of brushes – hairbrushes, blush brushes, you name it. He’ll steal them, and then stash them under this one chair in the living room. I lifted it up once to find 5 brushes under there.

          He loves clothes, particularly soft sweaters, and will drag them out of the drawer – left a tiny bit open by mistake – put his head inside and then push the clothing article across the floor until he’s wearing it. He will then proceed to prance about the house, looking very pleased with himself.

          One day the cat and I were home alone. I was sick in bed, when I heard what sounded like the front door knob being turned. Frightened, I jumped up out of the bed and walked into the living room only to be met by the sight of my cat hanging from the knob trying to open the door.

          He’s not a cat, he’s an alien in a fur suit, and if he ever grows opposable thumbs I’m in trouble.

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        • 2010 March 30

          In addition to the songs, our Siamese also engages in what we’ve come to call “closet inspections”. As we’re preparing to go to bed, she has to go into the closet, yowl a bit, and then come back out; apparently then it’s safe.

          Adores: 1
  10. 2010 March 29
    sarajean80 permalink

    Why is this in barter? Is Roy hoping to trade his cat for a few more words, maybe a paragraph or two?

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    • 2010 March 29
      Lola permalink

      Maybe the cat wants to trade Roy for something.

      Adores: 9
      • 2010 March 29
        sarajean80 permalink

        Some premium ‘nip, I bet. Maybe a mouse or two for when the munchies hit.

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        • 2010 March 29
          CapnMac permalink

          Just gave my twisted brain a whole-new take on “thai stik”
          But I just cleaned the litterbox, too . . .

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    • 2010 March 29
      CapnMac permalink

      It’s a dare.
      Barter by extortion.
      Ray: I have a shook-up chocolate soda
      Ree: I have stinky socks in my shoes
      Roy: I have a Siamese

      So, next should be:
      Ren: I have a hedgehog

      Adores: 3
      • 2010 March 29

        Ron: I have a lettuce

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        • 2010 March 29
          CapnMac permalink

          Shouldn’t that be a cabbage?
          ยฟUn Webb’s Wonder chou peut-รชtre?

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        • 2010 March 29

          cabbage works,

          actually the only reason I went with lettuce is because I was eating a sammich at the time.

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      • 2010 March 29
        sarajean80 permalink

        Ray: I have a cucumber.

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      • 2010 March 29
        ??? permalink

        Rex: I have a mug.

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  11. 2010 March 29
    Rachel permalink

    Maybe this kid posted the ad: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CMNry4PE93Y.

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  12. 2010 March 29

    I have a comment.

    Give me a call. kelli xxx-xxxx

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  13. 2010 March 29
    Bianchi Sound permalink

    I have a siamese twin…

    What are you doing, Ray?

    Nothing, Jay.

    Is that a craigslist ad?

    No. Um, maybe…

    Are you trying to barter me, Ray?

    No, I’m just looking for someone to talk to besides you, Jay…

    You know I’ll hear whatever you talk about.

    I know.

    Besides, no one says Siamese Twins any more. We’re conjoined…

    Whatever, jay…

    You better change that title or I’ll be pissed, Ray.

    I have a siamese cat…

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  14. 2010 March 29
    christina permalink

    I read this as a desperate plea for help. Unfortunately for Roy, kitty walked in just as he finished the first sentence. Roy quickly added his name and number, hoping that kitty’s lack of manual dexterity with the keyboard would keep her from flagging the ad.
    Alas, too late! For when the first curiosity seeker called, all they heard was a strangled yelp and what appeared to be a Siamese cat singing a suspiciously cheerful requiem.

    Adores: 8
  15. 2010 March 29
    jackie31337 permalink

    drmk & Dan: I am shocked that you haven’t taught your cats the Duetto buffo di due gatti! I’ve tried to get my ragdoll to sing it with me a few times, but he’s not much of a singer.

    On the other hand, it amuses my daughter when I sing with my “opera singer voice”. Her most-requested piece is Marilyn Horne’s version of “C is for Cookie” from Sesame Street.

    Adores: 3
    • 2010 March 29
      Dan permalink

      I’m familiar with the piece, but kitty doesn’t take direction well.

      Adores: 1
    • 2010 March 29
      Jane permalink

      I heard this beautifully performed at a high school music competition once… by two men. In tuxedos. And cat ears and tails.

      Adores: 2
      • 2010 March 29

        now that’s just freaky.

        Adores: 1
      • 2010 March 30
        jackie31337 permalink

        That sounds awesome. I know some guys who would have done that, but they’re probably not the same ones you saw.

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        • 2010 March 30
          Jane permalink

          It was amazingly awesome. There’s (rather low quality) video of them singing it on youtube, actually. It always amused me, because as a female tenor, I can’t comfortably hit most of the notes they were singing…

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  16. 2010 March 29

    Who let Ralph Wiggum on the internet?

    Adores: 8
    • 2010 March 29
      Dan permalink

      Me fail English? That’s un-possible!

      Adores: 8
    • 2010 March 30

      My cat’s breath smells like cat food.

      Adores: 6
  17. 2010 March 29

    It’s no good, there is absolutely nothing I can come up with to say today that’s anywhere near as good as Dan’s comments.

    Once I’m done cleaning the sprayed crumbs out of my keyboard though, I’ll give it a try. Will I even learn? No eating or drinking while at YSaC!

    Adores: 1
  18. 2010 March 29
    BigUncleJohn permalink

    /corey
    page 61 of July 5, 1993 issue of The New Yorker, (Vol.69 (LXIX) no. 20)
    On the internet, no one knows you’re a dog
    corey/

    So, obviously, the poster is apologizing for all of the math errors, creative spelling, horrid punctuation, and mad take-over-the-world-schemes that have been posted using their Craig’s List Account.

    See. He has a Siamese Cat; ’nuff said.

    Adores: 2
  19. 2010 March 29

    Oh god… The post title reminds me of a story I wrote in high school, in which one of the English teachers was put under a spell that forced her to sing the Meow Mix jingle while dancing the Charleston.

    As for kitties that use the telephone, I had a Russian Blue lookalike that used to knock the phone off the hook and paw at the number pad until somebody answered, then meow at them. We got some nasty phone bills before we started keeping the phone in the drawer…well, until he opened the drawer, that is…

    Adores: 8
  20. 2010 March 29
    Windrose permalink

    Dinner cooked by Mike, eaten by all, washing up done? Check.
    Cats fed, box scooped, tucked in for the night? Check.
    Birds having a fly about in the living room? Check.
    Okay, time for YSaC bidniss. Here’s your punch, Isaac. I’ll be as gentle as I can. Or do I mean Gentile? Whatever! Punchity Punch!

    Happy Birthday Dev! Break out the champagne and cake!

    Adores: 2
    • 2010 March 29

      Thanks windrose, bit late for cake for me now though. Or should that be bit early since it’s actually Tuesday here now?

      Adores: 1
    • 2010 March 30

      I knew there’d be a punch in here for me somewhere, if I read all the way to the bottom of the thread.

      Thanks, Windrose. I’m not sure I deserved this one either, but I seem to be up to like … hm … how many deciTacos is a Swiss walrus wrap?

      You guys, I want to switch back to the cat abacus. This catulator is too silly for the important stuff.

      Adores: 2
  21. 2010 March 30
    Astro permalink

    Or, you know, if you think you’re abstract enough for it, you could get a good old chalkboard and cat’s claw, and work it out in your head.

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  22. 2010 April 11
    Tonya H. permalink

    I have two siamese cats. Mimzy McMegaClaws and Charles Windsor. They like to sing to eachother… kind of like small children having a screaming contest. They also have a special aversion to closed doors of any kind, but they particularly despise the bathroom door being shut. We used to have the kind of door handles that you just push down to open… but had to have them all replaced when the cats figured out how to open them. Naturally, they learned this fancy trick when we had guests over and my friends mother was using the restroom off the living room… Mimzy and Charles must have decided that since their litter box does not have adsolute privacy, then the humans don’t get any privacy either.

    I would sell them, but I doubt there is anyone out there stupid enough to put up with midnight screaming and bathroom door howling. Despite being spring-loaded and getting a sick pleasure from knocking breakable items of shelves, I do love them… I suppose. ๐Ÿ˜‰

    Adores: 2
  23. 2010 November 17

    we have different office chairs in the office and i love to use those office chairs with clothe cover `*~

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