#1 How I Met THE Siamese Cat

It takes a special sort of person to own the Siamese cat.

Namely, gullible.

I was taken in by a gentle seal-point Siamese named Chika, owned by my friend Abi. When Chika gave birth to purebred kittens, Abi asked me if I wanted one. I was enchanted and excited. Of course I said yes.

Abi gave me an adorable little fellow called Something-Something Banshee with snow-white fur, lilac points, and a head the size of a watermelon (comparatively.) Oversized ears soared on either side of his head like wings. His tiny body was barely bigger than a mouse. In fact, he reminded me of The Brain, on the cartoon show Pinky And The Brain.

Since I secretly resemble Pinky, (in character, if not – I like to think – looks) I was naturally enchanted.

He soon stopped being Something-Something Banshee, and turned into “The Mouse”. Which morphed into “Minkey” (you have to say it with an Inspector Clouseau accent.)

Minkey THE Siamese cat he has remained ever since. At least in his own slightly-crossed sapphire eyes. But I soon discovered he wasn’t as innocent as he seemed…