Mom and her cats

Mom loved her cats. We always had cats in the house. I think I remember hearing how when she was little that there were so many cats around the house that she got into trouble for it.

Siamese cats were her favorite and I have to admit that they are my favorite too. The only problem with siamese cats is that they are incredibly stupid when it comes to street smarts. It seems that we went through quite a few of them because they would get out at night and then get run over by a car. Every time one of them got out for the night, Mom would spend half the night fretting and worrying and calling for the cat. Of course there was always a lot of wailing and mourning every time that one of them got smashed. I've actually found that the best siamese cats are one's that aren't pure-bred but that have a little of plain old alley cat in them. You get the blue eyes and the constant talkiness of them but they can survive out on the street. I currently have one that doesn't look at all siamese but which has those traits.

Before I left home, Mom had her Siamese cat, Sam and we had a white mongrel, Tiger, another fluffy white cat, Tootsie which belonged to Steven.

The problem with so many cats, and especially with male cats, is that when there is more than one of them, they have an overwhelming need to mark their territory. Too often, you would wake up to the sound of one them spraying your door out in the hallway. Mom didn't seem to mind though because she loved her cats.