Meet my two traditional Siamese cats!
Pitts the dark seal point and Poppy the lighter
Chocolate point.They have been the centre of
my life since they arrived 5th of may 2008.
I hope you enjoy this page and will leave me some
nice comments, and hopefully meet some more
people with these extraordinary "cats"!!
PS: A lot of the photos are clickable!
The Window Kitty
After I was so cute again yesterday, I decided to turn things around again! The day started like any other day in the weekend: cuddling with mom in bed and getting up really reallt late! That's exactly how we, kitties, ROLL! The weather was sooo nice today and I naturally felt like going outside and chase imaginary things! So, after we spent almost the entire day (exaggeration) in bed, mom got up. She never likes to get up, so I try to be cute and stall h
er, haha! You'd be amased at how great I am at that! At every single movement she makes I cuddle next to her (or on top, working my weight) and start purring. It only seems to be working in the weekends, though; never thought of it like that. We're mistreated anyways, because when mom gets up on days that are not in the weekend, she always has to hurry and leaves the house soon after, not returning home after HOURS and HOURS. I feel so neglected when she treats me like that? Why does she even have to leave and can't she stay with us and cuddle? I know that she's aware of the fact that I crave her cuddles and kisses. That does make me sad sometimes, but that wasn't at all what I was trying to say! Because today was a happy day and we cuddled with mom a lot today. When it's 'one of those special days' mom often opens the bedroom window to get some fresh air into the room. This is when I come in! It seems like mom doesn't like it when I'm doing my stuff, because lately she is trying to barricade the window. I think it has something to do with me and my sister falling out of 
the window last summer. Pitts even took a stroll in the garden when mom wasn't at home and I think it kinda shocked mom. But we're sensible kitties! We can take care of ourselves...I think... So now she's putting all kinds of strange pots and cans in front of the window, preventing us from falling out of the window. (Don't ask me why we fall down in the first place...don't even go there). But thinking about, I kinda know where's she coming from and why she's worried. I know she loves us dearly and bla bla bla. I know it all, but that doesn't make it right! So, I planned a counter-attack! Three times in a row I kicked all the cans to the ground, unscrewing their lids. Weird plant-like things (dried herbs for Fuzzies) scattered all over the floor EQUALS angry mom! I wouldn't change a thing to my plan when I get the chance next time...:P
er, haha! You'd be amased at how great I am at that! At every single movement she makes I cuddle next to her (or on top, working my weight) and start purring. It only seems to be working in the weekends, though; never thought of it like that. We're mistreated anyways, because when mom gets up on days that are not in the weekend, she always has to hurry and leaves the house soon after, not returning home after HOURS and HOURS. I feel so neglected when she treats me like that? Why does she even have to leave and can't she stay with us and cuddle? I know that she's aware of the fact that I crave her cuddles and kisses. That does make me sad sometimes, but that wasn't at all what I was trying to say! Because today was a happy day and we cuddled with mom a lot today. When it's 'one of those special days' mom often opens the bedroom window to get some fresh air into the room. This is when I come in! It seems like mom doesn't like it when I'm doing my stuff, because lately she is trying to barricade the window. I think it has something to do with me and my sister falling out of 
the window last summer. Pitts even took a stroll in the garden when mom wasn't at home and I think it kinda shocked mom. But we're sensible kitties! We can take care of ourselves...I think... So now she's putting all kinds of strange pots and cans in front of the window, preventing us from falling out of the window. (Don't ask me why we fall down in the first place...don't even go there). But thinking about, I kinda know where's she coming from and why she's worried. I know she loves us dearly and bla bla bla. I know it all, but that doesn't make it right! So, I planned a counter-attack! Three times in a row I kicked all the cans to the ground, unscrewing their lids. Weird plant-like things (dried herbs for Fuzzies) scattered all over the floor EQUALS angry mom! I wouldn't change a thing to my plan when I get the chance next time...:P
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