Because you're dying to know, the rare and deadly Siberian cat moved into our home just over a week ago. And her name *tympany please* is Maple.
Maple is doing great and has pretty much taken over the house - as cats will do. She's friendly, will set the 'playful dial' to 11, enjoys sitting in the upstairs shower stall for some inexplicable reason, and will undoubtedly be huge. My guess is that she'll tip the scales at 20 pounds or more when all is said and done.
I've owned many cats over the years or, rather, many cats have deigned to acknowledge my presence. But I have to say this is the most vocal feline I've ever encountered. When she enters a room and sees someone, she talks. When she wants to play, she talks. When she needs a lap to flop into, she talks. Odd, that one.
So, that's Maple. I'll post a pic when I get a chance, but be forewarned that I'll need to balance all this cute-and-fuzzy talk with a few unreasonably violent and/or pornographic posts in days to come.
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
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I suspect Maple is a Meezer. Or has Meezer in her. My Dexter has Meezer in him, and he chats up a frickin' storm whenever he enters the room.
For those mystified by Meezer, it is Cat Person for "Siamese'.
Meezers rule.
Meezer. That made me chuckle out loud. I like the way it sounds. Meezer.
And I've done the obligatory Wiki and Google research. This is a new one for me.
Meezer.
You're right, as always. Meezers do rule, KD.
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