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Thai
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Age: |
Fifteen years old
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Male
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Kind: |
Siamese/Tonkinese mix
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Home: |
Clarksville, Maryland, USA
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Thai is a different kind of Siamese/Tonkinese Bluepoint, and we think he is fifteen years old. He has the sweetest, gentlemanly, and kingly air about him, even without considering the circumstances from which he was rescued ten years ago. His biggest ambition in life is to be lying sound asleep on an old, battered red afghan placed carefully on Daddy's lap. When Thai sleeps, he has a snore akin to the approach of a jet. Daddy has the the plushest lap, plus "gold mining" and feeding patrol. This explains his preference for lounging on my husband's lap. When Daddy calls out to him, though,he ignores him, turns away, and half yawns. He seems to have much more respect when Meowmy calls. He listens, but doesn't always come right away. That might be because I have the job of giving pills, administering an IV when he gets sick, and as general all-around disciplinarian.
He has an excellent record of responding to my voice, eventually, except for the the day after Thanksgiving, 2011, when his listening skills and manners were completely forgotten.
I came down to start breakfast for a houseful of guests. I had cleaned up everything, or so I thought. But right in the middle of the dining room was the cake that had been so carefully wrapped last night. Part of the wrapping was torn off and sticky cake crumbs were in little paw prints all over the table and the rug. Plus a glass of water that had been left absent-mindedly by my brother on the same table was tipped over, dripping over the edge. He (Thai, not my brother) made himself scarce before meowmy could yell. He didn't come out again except at night to eat, until all the guests were on their way home the following Wednesday. When he finally came out, he had a "who, me?" look in his eyes.
But usually when meowmy comes down in the morning and sits down to eat breakfast, Thai stands on his hind legs (which are almost twice the length of his front ones) and makes biscuits on my shoulder until he has my undivided attention. Then he goes to his own food bowl, and doesn't eat until I have started.
I fell in love with his face on the Virginia Siamese Rescue Center website (VASRC). I found his picture not long after we had to lead our 19-year-old Siamese Sealpoint, Mitzi, to the Rainbow Bridge. He was part of a 40-animal rescue from horrible conditions in Ohio. We think he spent the first 3-5 years of his life in a small cage in crowded conditions. When found, he had been put in a cage that was thrown into a dumpster. We think he might have contracted newborn herpes from his mother, affecting his eyes, thus explaining his pupils' irregular outline, and inability to react to light. He is now almost blind and has to smell around for his food in order to eat. But we still love our "geezer Meezer" a lot!
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