Blood is his name,
you've read the title under the pictures correctly! =) How
did he end up with such a vicious name you ask? Several reasons
but mainly because the first day I brought him home he scratched me
from wrist to elbow and it bled for three days! He was a
vicious, vicious kitten, but after about 6 weeks of determining who
was "top cat" in the house we finally reached an agreement.
He would provide me with companionship, purrs, a friend etc. all in
exchange for me pouring his food, water and cat litter because he
didn't have the thumbs to do it. We both know that He owns Me
but that's ok!
The other ways he got
his name are: he's pure "blood" Blue-point Siamese,
his eyes turn "blood" red in the right light (see above) and
his full registered name is Sadie's Blood Blues. Sadie was his
Mom and Big Blue was his Dad.
He's spoiled absolutely
rotten as only a Siamese should be. He's got a window hammock,
all the plastic milk bottle rings he can play with, tummy scratching,
ear scratching, brushing, petting, talking with and anything else that
he deems as a necessary part of his life. One of his favorite
things is what I've termed a "rough-up". Basically he
flops over onto the floor on his side or back, you extend ALL your
fingers and scratch/rub as hard as you dare up-n-down his tummy as
fast as you can. He helps out by rolling back-n-forth so that
you get all sides of him and he PURRRRRSSS as loud as he can.
He'll let you do this until you're well worn out and beg for more.
He talks to you
whenever he wants and he responds to your voice with more
"conversation". He's well trained, errr um, make that
Well Behaved. Sorry Blood. <ahem> He knows
many "commands" from no, yes, down, walk, c'mere, sit, lay
down, come up & halt. He's trained to ride in cars, planes
& trains. He's even leash trained. Yes folks, you read
right. He's leash trained! He'll strut right along on the
end of his leash with his head and tail held high and has been known
to "preen" as we go for walks. What's not so funny
about going for walks is it almost always causes a passing motorist to
have a car accident from staring but we've gotten used the sound of
screeching tires.
He'll be 11 human years
old this year (2002). The vet says he has the health and
vitality of a 2-3 year old cat and he fully expects him to live
another 10-12 human years. I'll be a very sorry excuse for a
human being when he decides to "kick the litter box" as it
were. All my family and friends love him as much as I do.
All of my friends who don't really care for cats will say (while
scrubbing his tummy) that they wish they had a cat just like him.
Even as I write this he is in his window hammock taking a bath, not a
care in the world except the simple knowledge that He is Lord and
Master.
That's ok, I don't mind
at all . . . 
title of midi on
page: Kitten on the Keys
