5 Things You Must Never Do to Your Siamese Cat

In this video, we bring to you 5 Things You Must Never Do to Your Siamese Cat.

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To Be Clear: This video will talk about 5 things you must never do to your Siamese cat. As a Siamese owner, this video will help you know what you should avoid so as to improve your relationship with your feline. If you’re thinking about adopting a Siamese cat, this list should give you an idea of what to expect.

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[applenice]

I’ve had my seal point Siamese for almost two years now. She’s annoying and needy but I love her much. Siamese cats r truly a blessing.

[briankleinschmidt]

I adopted Siggy from the local shelter. He had been returned twice for "spraying." When I got him he was fixed. He bit my hands, hard. I was mangled.
He had a lot of baggage, but so do I. We are best pals, now.

[jessicabaron]

I am getting a siamese cat in two days and i convinced my mother to also adopt her sibling because i did not want to separate them because i knew that they do not like being alone for very long.

[wonton]

I have had many cats throughout my life, but my Applehead Siamese is the best one of them all. He is smart, fun, friendly, sassy at times...and I love him. He is so unique and special.

[randyromines]

In the 60's we had a houseboat on a lake 80 miles away. When we packed for the weekend, the Siamese cat and the big black dog went along. The cat had a collar and leash for pit stops on the way, the dog got carsick, the cat did not. Both animals loved the lake and the houseboat. Cat and dog both went on shore to do their business. We would pull into a secluded cove to swim. We put a mae west on the dog. we put the cat on a float cushion on top of a innertube and she floated on the lake with us. It never occured to us to leave them at home, and if the dog got to come why not the cat. Some of the best memories of my life.

[deborahpacheco]

My Siamese is a seal point female. Although 13 she is extremely playful. She acts more like a dog than a cat, licking me on the hands & arms, following me everywhere in the house. She sits as close to me as possible when I'm on the couch & sleeps next to my pillow at night. She knows several tricks she does on command, sit, give me a nose-y kiss, hop up, get down, lie down. I highly recommend them

[Sunfell]

I am the proud servant/ staff to 3 rescued Meezers. The oldest was a gift from a friend, who told me that I haven't lived unti I had a Siamese cat. He's a little love-bug. The younger two are also rescues, 10 month old sisters, full of fun and mischief. They're smart, talkative, and cuddly. I cannot imagine life without them.

[jlunsford]

I have two Siamese cats. One hangs out mostly with my wife. She's a little timid. Now her sister and littermate sleeps with me, she loves it under the blanket. We play fetch, and she's a PRO! I can tell her to bring me her toy mouse or to get her shoestring. She knows the difference. I'm now retired and two 8 week old kittens were the best gift I've ever had! I love my kitties! Or should I say I'm their person!

[TreeGreenOak]

I have a Tonkanese cat and she has dental issues. She had gingivitis since little but she eats ok and she is very lovable she really likes people even strangers.

[ernestinemaharaj]

My Siamese (seal point) Jaguar passed at 13 years “new” (May 2010 to May 2013). His death was from cancer! I’ve thought about getting another Siamese kitten, but I’m afraid. The grief is never ending. He was my true “fur baby” and full of love. 😿

[drivertsunami]

I found that those plastic strip blinds in my windows have to go. Locks on cabinets are 😎 cool. Don't put anything you care about or breakable up high. No matter how high it's not unreachable. Don't turn your back on a plate of 🦐 shrimp. I know I'm forgetting something. 🤣😂😁😸

[gymmusic]

My Siamese is extremely naughty! This is my 2nd Siamese but this one is super naughty!!!

[alexanderhay-whitton]

I don't see how this differs from caring for other cats. Meezies are just super-intelligent and so need a bit of extra brain exercise.

[katiedid]

I have one Siamese and one Tonkanease who own me. They are both 10 years and have been raised together. They are very affectionate and have worked out a schedule where they each have their own time of day with mom uninterrupted. Wasabi calls me when he wants attention but is not a lap cat. Says-a-me is my shadow and loves to sit on the laptop keyboard to help me out. Both are fond of giving eye kisses. Each morning and each evening I have two little soldiers side by side sitting at attention waiting their snacks— they each have their own flavor and will not eat the other’s brand. Neither cat will eat table food but Say-a-me loves any kind of cheese. His favorite is cheesecake. Wasabi is my mischievous one— Tonkonese— at ten he still likes to hide his toys and to play chase with mom and brother. What a joy they are. Waited 20 yrs until I retired before I was able to get them. They are my delight. Siamese/ Tonkinese are wonderful pets. Have had several other Siamese over the years.

[FRACTUREDVISIONmusic]

I rescued my chocolate point Siamese from my yard. At the time, I was not fans of cats, not liking my neighborhood had a ton of strays and ferals running around killing birds, mating and fighting - get off my lawn!

Then one day, a black cat that had been around for a year or two, was strutting around my yard with 4 little kittens in tow. Three black, and one, all white. I thought they belonged to someone. What did I know?

The kitty parade continued for a few weeks. Oh those kittens, so cute, and mom, so proud! I figured out they were feral, and likely mom gave birth in my shed.

My cat disliking heart melted as I realized the yard to my home was their home. And, oh, that all white one! A little fluffy snowball, bouncing along behind mom with blue eyes bluer than Meg Fosters. They would walk right under the living room window as part of their routine. I tried grabbing the white one, why, I don't know, I was compelled! No luck on the catching..

Then, the white one started getting black points. She was an apple head Siamese! Holy cow, she was so beautiful and so cute!

I noticed she would play with the other three black ones, but only for so long before she would go to "her spot", and bread loaf there, her blue eyes, staring in the direction of the sun, which happened to make it look like she was looking directly into my house at me inside.

I tried a few more times to nab her, but she was so fast. Put out some tuna for them all, and they came but never let me get too close before taking off.

Around two months from when I first saw the family, I decided I wanted to see if I could catch the Siamese kitten with a trap. I asked around to borrow a trap, but people were like "Why do you want to catch cats?", all suspicious I presume they thought I had bad plans in mind for them with say dog fighters which is a thing in Vegas where I lived. The best I could find was SNR (Spay, Neuter, Release) people, who said they would clip the cat's ear to show she was fixed if they came to catch her. Nope, wasn't having that for this precious little gem of a creature.

So, I set up my own trap, a box with a stick holding it up, with some tuna inside. How stupid I thought I was, that in no way a silly Bugs Bunny Cartoon trap would work.

I set it up one day, went to the corner store for like ten minutes, came home, and the box had fallen! Was something inside? Did this silly trap work??? No way.

Well, yes way!

I went outside and there's this little Siamese kitten head crying, her head popping out, stuck in the box flaps as she was trying to get out there! I tore apart the box and soon found one of her brothers was in there with her. He, got away. She, on the other hand, came home to a home she didn't know was her home since she was born in my shed.

One I got her in the house, she ran into the bathroom into my standup shower, sat there, and just stared at me. It was then I fully realized, I HAD NO CLUE how to take care of a cat, let alone a kitten. I in fact knew nothing about cats other than I thought they were aloof, crabby little creatures who made no sense to the dog person I was.

The dogs in my life had all passed by then. My house was empty save just for me. And now, here I was, I just took this little baby from her family. What the heck was I doing????

I quickly realized, as she just stared at me from the shower stall, I said to myself, "Dude, you fell in love with this kitten, way before you put that trap out. You're her family now. Study up pal, because you have a responsibility now to treat this little life with everything she deserves."

So, I got some kitten kibble, put it out with some water, got litter, a litter box and kinda let her explore the house on her own terms.

I didn't even have to show her the litter box, she found it fine, and used it immediately. Zero training. She tried, once, to scratch the couch. Same day I went and bough her a scratch pad. I showed her how to scratch at it, and never once since did she scratch on anything but the long ample and varied scratching surfaces supplied to her.

Didn't mention, the day I caught her, I took her to the vet, he looked her over, letting me know she was a she, he gave her some shots, and gave me some medicine she had a respiratory infection which apparently is common with young ferals. One nurse saw her in the box I was using ( I didn't have a carrier yet), declaring, "Oh my god, she is SO ADORABLE!" She began to reach in I told her be careful she's feral. The nurse didn't listen, and yep, my new kitten just bit the vet nurse right in the webbing of her hand between the thumb and forefinger. Of all people not to know better...

Interestingly, I myself hadn't even handled her without using a blanket yet. When the vet let her out of the box, she frantically ran around the examination room, jumped up on me and hid behind my back. Somehow, she already had some trust with me.

I named her Whisper. I happened to have just watched James Bond 'Live and Let Die', and I always thought the henchman named "Whisper" had a cool name. Somehow, it just fit her, not because of the henchman I got the name from, but for the other connotations such a name conjures... The name fit her spirit, I had already began to know. I gave her a full proper name, Whisper Ann Winker - Ann, because it flows, and Winker because she has a habit of not just slow blinking, but often with one eye - she literally blinks love at you!

Whisper will turn 9 this fall. I celebrate her birthday for a full two months, since I'm not sure which month she was born in. Vet said Whisper was about 2 months old when I brought her in. So, come October, it's her birthday all the way through November.

I had planned to get her spayed, but she got out literally two days before the appointment with the vet. For SIX WEEKS she was GONE. I was getting ready to move in two months. I was so devastated but that is another story in itself I won't get into here this being so long already.

Then, one night, just past midnight, I'm in the living room and I hear this weak little meow coming from the kitchen. What, did a stranger cat come in the bedroom window I left open for her just in case Whisper found her way home? The meow didn't sound like Whisper. It was rough, and weak. I got up to see what was what, and the cat took off. I got close enough to see, it was my baby!!!

Next night, I had set up a cord so I could pull closed the bedroom door if she came back in, securing her in the house. I put some food and water out in the kitchen, hoped and waited.

What's that? Do I hear something eating the food I left out? We can't see each other, I stay put for the moment. I meow. She meows. I meow again. She meows back. Man, she sounds so different! I kind laugh, "Heh heh." She meows louder! We meow talk for a few minutes, then I get up to get her. She takes off again. I pulled the cord, closing the bedroom door, she had nowhere to go but back in my direction.

I picked her up, and she melted in my arms... my baby was home!!!!

A bag of bones, she couldn't be but two pounds it seemed. Her haunches were sucked in, like she hadn't eaten even much if even at all. She was around 8 pounds when she ran out. Her meows were so weak, she surely didn't have much time left hadn't she found her way home or otherwise found help. The vet the next day said she was extremely dehydrated as well. Her paw beans were all rough... what have you been through my little angel???

Later, about 2 months, Whisper I came to learn was pregnant, had 4 black kittens, 3 boys, 1 girl. I found them homes, but for one shy one, who also was the only longer haired fuzzy one. I named him Vincent Van Gogh because he was both a little work of art of a creature, and a sensitive shy little guy who kinda kept to himself unlike the others.

Whisper now had a companion in a new son!!! He'll be 4 yrs old in May 2014.

I was freelancing mostly from home when I rescued Whisper, so most of my time since she became family has been with us being together 24/7. Same for Vincent Van Gogh, only now I'm disabled, meaning all 3 of us get to spend our days together. God forbid I don't get out of bed first thing with them, Whisper calls and calls for me. Eventually she figured out sometimes I have trouble getting up, so she comes to stay with me. Vincent too, often, though not always. He wants so bad to be the center of attention, he's much needier than Whisper is. She is generally quiet, unless we're meow talking, and she likes her space a little more than Vincent. Vincent is a singer, I nicknamed him, Pavarotti. He just loves to hear himself meow. I don't think he likes not being the alpha cat. Mom still licks on him, but he acts like a little kid when Great Grandmom with the stubble face is kissing them hello or goodbye.

Van Gogh otherwise turned out to be so super sweet. He's actually "nicer" than his mom. That's relative. Whisper is so sweet and loving too, but has her "not now" moments. She changed a little after she came home from her 6 weeks gone. Understandable, she almost died from starvation and thirst, while getting pregnant, comes home, and 5 days later we move away from our home to places none of which were/are as awesome as the house she grew up in. Van Gogh, will let you love on him and never seems to get too much of it. He surely doesn't have as much "street" in him as his mom, who was born outside, and spent a month and a half lost on her own when she was 5.

Sorry that was long everyone! I think it's a good story, I love reading others stories about their pets, hopefully I didn't bore anyone too much.

[lydiacodding]

We adopted our 2yo Siamese nearly a year ago, and the entire family adores him. He can be very naughty and mischievous, but also very loving. Sometimes I worry that we are giving him too much attention, because like I said, we adore him, but this video makes me feel a lot better about that. Our elderly dogs don’t care for him, which is why it’s downright hysterical watching him snuggle up with them while they are asleep. We try to give him plenty of outdoor-supervised- time on our screened patio, where he enjoys stalking birds and squirrels, but he is also pulling out all the caulk in the joints of the low metal walls. He has plenty of locations where he can perch up higher than the walls, and he uses them, but he’s weirdly obsessed with the caulk and we’ve been trying to stop that bad habit now, before we re-caulk everything.

[eunicedelgadoo]

I just got my first Siamese kitten and we love him so much he’s the most sweetest cat ever he won’t have a problem being alone since we have two dogs in my house and they love him. I have noticed he doesn’t like to be alone and all he wants is cuddles and company ❤️🥰

[nightblossomsadler]

I’ve had my Siamese cat for two weeks now. He’s very affectionate and gets in my face whenever he catches me on my phone. Sometimes when we’re cuddling, he gives me love bites on my arm. He’s very noisy, but I’m so grateful to have him in my life.

[cynthialytle]

I volunteered to cat sit my neighbors Siamese over a weekend. She's a 9 yr old seal point Siamese. Poor girl had so many names I just called her Love until it turned into Lovey. She immediately moved in like she owned my apt. And her owner went from cat sitting for the weekend to ...She's Yours! I was pretty dumbfounded when she just dumped her on me. Thank God "Lovey" acted as if she belonged in my home the minute she came. At first I was frustrated because I'm an elder lady with health issues and had decided to never have anymore animals due to fear of not being able to give them the love and care they needed. But, Lovey not only was dumped on me, she acted as if she belonged to me from the start. What an incredibly loving cat. She would not eat or drink for 3 days, but she played and let me love on her immediately. Within the first week I got her weight down and her fur started shining again. She started eating and processing her food naturally and seemed very happy. I bought several toys but she had no interest in anything but a ribbon on a stick that I interacted with her on a regular basis. She loves and needs a lot of attention but she is worth every moment. Such a gorgeous, loving cat. Her bed became a pillow on my bed above my head because she likes to snuggle against my hair. I have a constant supply of kitty wheat grass available and she loves to go out on my 2nd floor balcony and watch anything that moves. How lucky I was to get dumped on. It only took me 3 days to realize it.

[survivalministerJ]

I found this article really interesting. A few months ago a Siamese cat came to my backyard and is now a n indoor cat. I'm still trying to figure out where she came from and how to be able to take her to a vet. I never thought of having a cat, but here I am. I love her to pieces and try my best to keep her healthy and entertained