(Not sure how this happened but this was originally posted on my old site July 30, 2020.)
When I was a little girl, Siamese cats were rare and really expensive. Variants like Himalayans did not exist. Today they are unfortunately almost as common as your basic barn cat. Spay and neuter campaigns have not been as successful for cats as they have been for dogs. However inroads are being made. Gone are the days when a sign by the side of the road said “Free Kittens”. It is impossible to just pick up a free kitten though you can get them for $50 to $123 from various local rescues. Among them is a Siamese cat rescue.
I decided it was time for a new kitten a few months ago. Klinger is 14 almost 15 and he’s really slowed down. He sleeps most of the time. He was a fellow feline hater, always prepared to beat the tar out of any cat who comes near him. He has mellowed on that score this summer, often seeking company with cats across the street from us or with a young cat who comes to visit from three doors down. Misty has been acting rather lonesome and blue. It’s a little sigh or a longing look, hard to pinpoint but it says lonesome to me. I did not want another dog. After the strokes I have had to face the fact that we may end up in a housing situation where a dog won’t work so I suspect Misty will be our last dog. She most certainly will be our last full sized dog. There are simply are no senior housing situations where big dogs are allowed.
When an opportunity to adopt a little kitten came up, I decided to jump at it. And now we have little Mali (MAH-lee). According to what I read on line, Mali is a classic name for a Siamese cat. Her name is Thai for jasmine flower. Molly is the English term for a female cat I recall from my childhood around my English grandfather. We also call her Maleeka and that means “Queen”. I met both parents and they were friendly and charming cats though Dad was still recovering from his surgery. Dad was a classic oriental look Siamese, probably purebred. Mom is assumed to be a torte point Himalayan by her looks. There were four kittens in the litter. Two looked much like Mali but one had a tail that had a Z shape and both had much longer hair. One kitten was a short haired lilac point and had white paws and a white bib like Klinger, indicating things are likely not as purebred as one might think. Mali looks very much like a pure applehead type Siamese and I wanted short hair. Both her parents have pretty blue eyes so she will likely keep her pretty blue eyes.
Misty did a total whole dog melt down and almost wagged herself into exhaustion. Mali’s foster home had four dogs. Dogs have always been part of her life. She has since decided Misty is her new Mom. She is now sleeping on Misty’s bed, much to Misty’s delight. They play a favourite game of tag where Misty nuzzles her. Mali rolls on her back and swats her will all four feet and then runs off. Misty tries to follow but Mali goes under something small and then Mali dashes out and runs off. If Misty doesn’t notice, Mali meows to catch her attention before continuing their little game.
Klinger was initially horrified. His first encounter, he had a tail puffed out like a bottle brush and hissed and spat like he was going to kill her. The next day he did the whole spit and hiss thing but without the tail fluff and hackles up. Yesterday afternoon, he approached her and hissed at her. Mali pulled herself up to her full just over one pound size and hissed right back. Her message was clear.
“Oh be quiet you big bully!”
Klinger was clearly taken aback. That was not the reaction he expected. However his expression softened and he let her be.
Mali was playing with the cat toy he hasn’t touched in ages and he sat above her on his perch, watching her every move. There was no hostility in his gaze. He was just watching like he was trying to figure her out. Later that evening, he was in bed with us getting his usual evening neck and ear rub and Mali climbed up and joined us. She stayed about a metre away and curled up into a little ball and fell sleep. Klinger went and sniffed her and then came back for more neck rubs. I won’t say he’s happy about Mali, but I think he’s adjusting. This morning he growled at her. Mali just ignored him and kept playing with his toy. This time Misty let out a low growl. Klinger again was taken aback. Misty’s growl was a clear warning. Mali has a protecter and if he tries anything with Mali, he has to go through Misty. Klinger decided to go eat his breakfast rather than make more trouble.
As the morning progressed, Klinger walked around and pretended both Mali and Misty did not exist. I think it will work. I suspect Klinger might even decide he likes her eventually. As I wrote this, he walked up to her and they exchanged polite cat nose touches and he walked off. And, of course, she has hubby and I wrapped around her cute little kitty paws as you can see from her climbing on my keyboard to get my attention, the little scamp. There is nothing shy or quiet about this little girl. She is supremely self confident, bossy and inquisitive. This one is indeed a Queen.
(In spite of the apparent success with getting the dog and cat used to the new kitten I do intend to make certain they are not interacting without me supervising until Mali is bigger. Misty is so enchanted and excited I am worried about her enthusiasm getting way with her and Klinger may act differently when I’m not around.)