– “Maumaumau, breakfast!!! Mom, it gives us z breakfast!”
– “But you had your breakfast?”
– “And what about z second breakfast?! Hurry Mom, Miii is about to faint of hunger… :O ”
Siamese are drama loving creatures! 🙂
– “Maumaumau, breakfast!!! Mom, it gives us z breakfast!”
– “But you had your breakfast?”
– “And what about z second breakfast?! Hurry Mom, Miii is about to faint of hunger… :O ”
Siamese are drama loving creatures! 🙂
“Can he go from the chair in the corner slowly diagonally over the floor to the left edge of the table and stretch his left, no, wait – his right paw, slowly and lift it here in the air, put it against the table and turn his head towards the camera? Like this?”, said the guy with a funny hat. He was talking about me and asking Mom and Dad.
Of course I could do that. But why should I?
“Ahm, no…”, Mom answered. She and Dad exchanged nervous looks.
“Mauuu”, I said.
“But, Nisse*, Leroy is a family pet, not a circus cat. He cannot do tricks”, said a lady with long hair.
Of course I could do tricks. But, why should I?
“No, he cannot do tricks. But he can do anything if he wants to, and if he gets candy”, Mom said.
Of course I could do anything, but why should I? Wait, did Mom just mention candy?
“Maaaaauuuu”, I said.
Everyone was looking at me, a whole bunch of people I’ve met for the first time today. Dad got out a bag of Dreamies and showed me the candy. Everyone got excited and stared at me.
Let me tell you something – if you already haven’t figured that out yourselves – I love being the center of attention. I deserve everyone’s attention. What I do not necessarily like is to do as I am told. So I jumped from Mom’s lap and ran towards the closest tunnel and crawled in. Ha, humans, eat your candy yourselves!
There is a whole world of new 1000sqm I have to explore. I see you when I see you!
I think that we are clear on who is the King now. Give me that candy, and I’ll do the walk better than Nisse could ever dream of. Just because I want that.
Heidi Klum, watch and learn, this is how you do it!
Humans are an inferior species.
We came back from the photo session about an hour ago. We did not take any photos ourselves, everything was sort of secret. New IKEA kitchen, six different ones, the adds will be out in June, I think they said. If they do not photoshop away Leroy, he’ll be a star!!!
Leroy was really cool in an enormously big studio with many new smells. The crew did one photo session at first during which we did not get him to do what we wanted, or go where we decided. No amount of candy or petting helped. The photographer decided that we all should take a break, and let the star rest a bit. She seemed nice, and worked with animals before. Cats are the hardest to film or capture on pictures in arranged situations, they do as they want. 🙂 And Siamese and Orientals even more so than others.
The second shot got much better, Leroy started exploring the main set, not only all the tunnels and the dark parts of the studio. We got to rest for 30 more minutes.
Leroy was completely relaxed during he third attempt. He went everywhere we wanted, looked for candy and was as cool as he is at home. He is not a trained cat that knows tricks and so, but he is a very clever and stable cat with a lot of charisma. The crew was happy with his body language and we wrapped the shoot. It took us half a day! It is not easy becoming a star.
Jocke and I were happy with “Leroy’s” new kitchen. It was elegant, a bit Japanese in style, minimalistic and the colors matched our Leroy perfectly (or the other way round).
Leroy is not a tiny Siamese, but maybe that is why he was cast? Who wants a skinny cat in a kitchen commercial?! 🙂 I hope that they got some good photo today, and that they do not remove him completely from the photo. The ad’s working name is called ‘Minimalisten; walk in kitchen’.
Mom is leaving the Green Room open all the time now during the summer. Sometimes I get to follow with her outside, and run around with her and Miii and Maven. I do not want to run, but I have to, there are butterflies and grass and flowers, and bushes in the backyard.
Mom and Dad are vicious people. Just when I thought that torturing me with Da Bird is the worst that could happen, they let me follow outside. I feel how the outside world is draining my energy with all it has to offer. My body is getting smaller every day. I am disappearing. I’ll melt before the autumn comes.
Mom and Dad are ridiculous. They called me a star, got home a picture of me from IKEA for their personal use, they were happy. The picture of me that is online, in some commercial.
I like IKEA. They make good mouse toys. I like the white ones the most.
Other Siamese owners must be envious of Mom and Dad. Well, it is their fault they have strong characters and no heart and starve their cats. Mom and Dad are easily broken, and why would IKEA ever hire a skinny Siamese for the kitchen commercial. Hello? Of course it had to be me.
IKEA took over the world and stayed on top for many decades. They know a star when they see one. The next stop – Hollywood!
Again, Heidi Klum, watch and learn; here I come!
P.S. I wonder if Mom got paid and what did she do with all that money. If she bought more Tasteless Mud for it, I’ll stare at her until she starts crying. Bad Mom. Where is my Tasty Crap?! My star tummy needs its Tasty Crap!!! Humans are impossible to teach and train! Arrrgh.
P.P.S. Nisse* is not called Nisse, I forgot his real name.
Leroy’s picture online at Ikea’s site can be seen here:
Previous parts of Leroy’s diary can be found here:
Yes, our Albert is a cat with a discerning palate. Let’s have a close up of what he is trying to eat:
A cactus? Yes, a cactus!
Luckily, no cat or plant was hurt during this photo session!
Did Albert learn something today? I hope he did! He did not bleed or seemed hurt, but he looked very surprised after gently trying to taste the little cactus.
There was a competition on Siames i fokus for the best Christmas photo, and Albert came second (with the picture of him in the Christmas tree), and we got a prize! 🙂 It was this picture that came second:
We got Catit Senses Food Maze for our cats!
The Food Maze has one design flow (whoever made it did not have Siamese and their loooong noses in mind) – our Siamese can get their heads right into the top level and simply eat the food from there. But, we put a lid from one cookie-box on the top and now it works perfectly!
I filmed the cats eating Siamese 38 dry food from Royal Canin, which, according to the independent Swedish veterinary institute test, is not such a great quality food (our cats eat dry food from Eukanuba and James Wellbeloved and also Bozita and Mjau wet food – those two are Swedish brands), but it tastes great, so they get it instead of candy sometimes.
Claire is crazy about cat candy, and also, other cats let her get it first since she is the youngest. Albert does not care about candy that much (accept for Dreamies, and I am always strict there – everyone gets Dreamies from my hand, so there is no stealing). Albert likes lettuce. He is a special cat.
When we want other cats to play with Food Maze, we play with Claire in another room. And here is why:
It seems that Mom gave up on torturing me.
There is always this new, really tasty food out, and I can eat as much as I want! Yum, yum! I still get Tasteless Mud few times a day as well, but it is actually not that bad (or I got used to it). I love my Mom and Dad, they are not that unreasonable after all.
Mom said that I am the best cat in the world and such a good example for The Little One. Then she put me and the baby in the cage and Dad drove us to a place I had never visited before. It was a huge hall with hundreds of other cats and even more people. The Little One was scared, but I was just curious. I wanted to walk around and inspect the place. Mom put me and the baby in one big cage, arranged everything like a little room for cats, with a cat house and curtains and a litter box. We got food and water, too. It was good. I could see many other cats from there and when I told my humans to take me out and carry me around so I could see more, they obeyed.
I liked being there. People came to me and admired my beautiful face and eyes, said how pretty and cool I was. I liked that not many stupid people were there. Mom took me to a lady with white hair that called me ‘Big Boy’ and everyone laughed. She said many good and true things about me, except for one – that my head could be bigger. Mom petted me later and told Dad that that was a nice way to say that I was fat: “He is not big, it is his head that is small”. I do not care, small head or not, I am the King.
In the afternoon we went home just to go back to the same place the next day.
The Little One was less scared the next day. She looked at me, and also, at her Dad who was there as well, and imitated my royal posture and utter coolness. A new lady judged our good looks this time, and she also called me ‘Big Boy’. She did not complain about my head (except for my ‘somewhat flat forehead’. Ha! SHE had a flat forehead!), and she also told me many nice things. My humans carried me around again and I saw many cats of different races I never saw before. People came to Mom and asked about me and were surprised that it was my first time on a cat exhibition ever; I was so relaxed and cool. Yes, what did they think. I am cool. Like, the coolest cat ever.
We were never that interested in exhibiting our cats; that takes a lot of time and also, cat shows are beauty pageants and for us our cats were already the prettiest in the world anyway! Our kittens’ dad Goofy has a title, he is a GIC (Grand International Champion, which is high title), but we would have liked him all the same even if he was not.
Until a few years ago, and even now sometimes, there have been cats that got sick on exhibitions and some of the breeders had to stop with breeding completely after getting cats sick for life. I was very scared of that. But now, everyone is cleaning tables, cages and hands with alcohol and the cats are handled very cautiously, so the risk of getting some bug is very small. And of course, you cannot exhibit a sick cat and there is an obligatory veterinary check when entering the cat show. The infections are not that bad for big cats, but if you have small kittens at home, they can get really sick.
We did not plan to have any litter soon, so we decided to exhibit Claire, since white Siamese are rare, and that way people can get to see her.
When it comes to beauty – Albert and Jossan are our prettiest cats, but Albert is not fond of being lifted after his injury (I hope he forgets about it now when he is operated and fine), and Jossan is fertile and can get upset and nervous if she is close to male fertile cats, so I do not want to stress them.
Leroy is chubby, and Miii is caramel blue, not ‘ordinary’ blue (caramel is recognized in England, but not here in Sweden, so she would have to compete with the “true” blue Siamese and she would get low points for her fur color, which is not fair. They are not even the same color! Jossan and Miii’s grandfather was an import from England and had the same, amazing fur color, which is not that appreciated in Sweden). Maven cannot be exhibited, not because she is a mixed breed – there is a class for them, too; the reason is that she has a tail kink.
But, we did not want to take little Claire there alone!
And so we thought – Leroy, although chubby, is such a cool cat, and has a lot of charisma. That counts for something, right? So, we decided to take Leroy as a company for small Claire, and since he already was going to be there, he could compete in his class as well (class 10, neuters). And so we went to Birka cat club’s two-day exhibition last weekend.
It went really great! Leroy got his first two certificates, CAP (Certificat d’Aptitude de Premier )! Wow!
And Claire got two Ex1, which is the best she can get in her class, since she is only a junior. 🙂
Both judges said (in a very polite and nice way) that Leroy is a bit chubby, but also, that he is neuter and almost 6 years old, so some extra weight is not unexpected. Well, I am trying (still, in spite what he may be thinking) to get him slimmer! And not for the beauty reasons, but for his health.
Anyway, this is what they got as evaluation from the judges, on Saturday and Sunday. You’ll see, it is good! “Exc” and “Ex” stands for “excellent”. The ladies that judged our cats were very nice to them. Thank you! What matters the most to us is that the cats took being there pretty well, especially Leroy who enjoyed all the attention and was curious about the other cats.
|Sat, Leroy, judge Steph Bruin:
Type: Big boy. Exc body length.
Head: Head could be a bit more ‘edgy’ as to details.
Eyes: Good blue.
Ears: Fair size/set.
Coat: Exc lilac points. Exc structure
Tail: Good length.
General impression: Charming. Calm boy.
|Sun, Leroy, judge Anna Wilczek:
Type: Ex strong & svelte, quite long but could be more elegant
Head: ex wedge, nice profile, but forehead too flat
Eyes: Ex blue, but too dominant.
Ears: Ex placement, medium size
Coat: Ex short, ex close lying with some shades on corpus.
Tail: Ex, long and tapering
General impression: Lovely temperament.
|Sat, Claire, judge Steph Bruin:
Type: Well developed, exc overall type
Head: Nice long straight wedge
Eyes: A bit ‘full’, but nice blue
Ears: Nice ears, relatively large
Coat: lovely pure white. Close lying texture is exc
Tail: Fitting with body length. Exc!
Condition: Top. My compliments!
General impression: Charming, happy cat.
|Sun, Claire, judge Anna Wilczek:
Type: Ex elegant, slender & long, ex built
Head: Ex wedge, ex profile, nice chin
Eyes: Ex blue, good size and shape
Ears: Could be larger in size, but set well
Coat: Ex short, ex texture, ex white
Tail: Ex tapering
General impression: Lovely junior.
Claire’s dad, Goofy, was also there and took two certificates (he is a neuter now). Claire met her dad for the first time and they sniffed each other and he also ‘petted’ her gently with the paw on her head. It was so nice to see that! They are similar in behavior and very friendly cats. 🙂
The story of Leroy on a diet continues. Told as Leroy would probably tell it:
I spent last night sleeping under the duvet between Mom and Dad, not moving at all (except for my ribcage, but only as much as necessary for breathing).
It was snowing outside and I must preserve all the heat I can. Dad says it is warm in our house, but hey, he’s a Swede, ‘warm’ is just a word to him. All of my ancestors, 20 generations back originate from Thailand. Hello – Thailand! A tropical country with 23°C minimal daily temperature in January! When was the last time we had 23°C in Stockholm? The hot summer of 1964?
I am looking forward to global warming. Yeah, yeah, people are against it, being worried about the survival of polar bears and Swedes. And what about me? What about ME?! 😦
The kitten food. I need it back for my insulation layer. The global warming is not here yet.
Until today the best day of my life was when I got my beloved daughter Jossan as a personal present from Mom’s friend Monica. But, that was UNTIL today. Because – today – I am having the best day ever.
I am so full that I cannot move, lying like a big seal on the sofa. I might be a bit sick, but I am so happy that it does not matter that I might throw up soon. The soft white carpet is close, so I’ll be fine (I prefer throwing up my hair balls on white carpets and cashmere sweaters. Class matters).
Poor Mom. She is almost crying, showing the numbers on the scale to Dad who keeps on swearing that I must have gotten invisible and that it is not his fault that I am so fast and sneaky.
Mom is right, I am neither tiny nor fast and Dad is, well, the best Dad ever!
Earlier today he was about to let the Little One into the Green Room when for once the baby was useful. The Little One was all cute and purring so that Dad focused on cuddling with her while I crawled behind him from the corridor into the room and slid under the sofa where I kept silent and hidden until he left and closed the door behind him… leaving me with Bowl#1 and Bowl#2!!!
I ate so much that I could barely call someone to let me out when I was done.
So sick, but it was worth it… burp. :
Life is good again.
To be continued
Leroy is a funny cat. He is crazy about white cabbage. When he sees one, he meows and stretches with his front paws on my legs and asks and demands a piece of it! I googled and found that white cabbage is not bad for cats (and most cats do not care about it at all) so he gets it once in a while.
He is so happy when he gets it, he likes it more than his favorite cat candy! Archimedes (Ash), his grandson, is crazy about melons and Leroy likes them too, but he does not get them, because of all the sugar they contain.
Our other cats do not understand Leroy’s excitement about the cabbage. They tried and keep on trying to chew on it, but – nothing! They just do not like it.
Jossan actually hit Leroy today on the head lightly with her paw after she tried a piece of cabbage (again) and found (again) that it does not taste well!
She thought that Leroy is silly and was so upset that she had to hit him in order to demonstrate how frustrated she was. It was funny.
She does that seldom, since Leroy is her dad who brought her up and she is not really bossing him around, but she is still a queen, which makes her and her opinions very important in our little cat pride. Cats do not have ranks like dogs, they have different roles, that do include a bit of ranking, but it is more loose and different than in dog packs.
The kittens are doing great, they are only eating and sleeping. Jossan is also fine. She is very proud of her babies!
Here is a video of one little kitten, blue or seal point, nursing.
“Where is my milk, where is it, where is it? THERE it is!”
It is not easy when you are that small!
If it is not a naptime, it is suspiciously silent in the house, and not a single cat is beside us, we usually know where to find them.
We put a lot of bird feeders in the trees and on the poles around the house in places where we and cats can enjoy watching them. Birds come to eat during the daytime, more often when it is colder. Occasionally they sing and cats love to watch them. Miii and Maven call us sometimes, they have a special sound for ‘Look, a bird!’. It sounds like high-pitched barking, several fast barks in a row.
Usually there are many more birds outside eating, but I managed to capture only one of them on picture. Or actually, two, but you can see only a little of the bird #2 on the other side of the bird feeder.
Jossan is huge! She did quite a performance on Wednesday morning and we thought she would give a birth, so Jelena stayed and worked from home that day. But – no. Yesterday evening she was so tired, that she was just dragging her heavy tummy over the floor, she could not walk as usual. Jelena fed her with egg yolk and cat milk while she was lying on the sofa. A fast setup with an old newspaper was made so that nothing would be spilt:
Jossan’s most favorite place right now is the doormat, where she blocks the exit. She really wants us to stay at home. She is maybe waiting for the weekend to give a birth. Can pregnant animals delay the birth at all? I guess they can, a bit.
Our cats know when it is time for weekend. Leroy can even count days (he is okay when we leave him somewhere, cat hostel or a friend for 7 days, on day #8 he starts crying and crying. That is because our vacations without cats usually take a week, so he has learnt that after a week we always come and take him and the others back to their home).
Here is Jossan, blocking the entrance door:
We spent some serious time investigating Jossan’s 2,9 kg of weight. She is muscular, lean and not skinny. The vet said Jossan has a good size and proportions (and that is a veterinary that also breeds Siamese and Orientals, so she is quite familiar with the race). Still, 2,9 kg does not sound like much!
A healthy grown up Siamese cat usually weighs: male 4-6,5 kg (9-14 pounds); female 2,7-4,8 kg (6-10 pounds). Also, this article I found was interesting (Siamese cats are just mentioned):
Some healthy adult female Siamese cats weigh as little as 5 lb (2,26 kg) though some male Siamese can reach 20 lb (9 kg). Some Siamese breeding lines give smaller, more “fragile-looking” cats than others and the old-style Siamese cats are more robust than the rather skinny modern version of this breed.
The source: “FELINE MEDICAL CURIOSITIES: DWARF CATS, GIANT CATS, FAT CATS” written by Sarah Hartwell.
I guess that Jossan’s lean look is more of “a skinny modern” one, although her mum is more robust. Jossan is her daddy’s little copy.
Here is an interesting read about the history of Siamese cats and the descriptions of two different types of Siamese – the more round version, similar to the original Thai one, that was imported from Siam (Thailand), and more elongated, modern version of the race. From the article:
It is important to raise that several breeders believed that there were two types (morphologies) of Siamese. Mrs. Veley would have written herself that its cat (Pho) had a rather thin line and that its second cat (Mia) was rather robust and round. Thereafter, Mrs. Carew Cox, a judge of cat-show and founder of the first Siamese club, would have also noted, to see two types of lines : one compact, with a short body, short legs and a round head, while the other with a body and a semi-long, nimble and sinuous head.
Edited May 29, 2010:
Jossan, that weighs so ‘little’, 2,9kg, gave a birth to her first litter of seven healthy big kittens (86-102 gr at birth) when she was 2,5 years old.
So, her weight is absolutely fine, and she gave a fine and healthy offspring. Jossan eats both dry food and raw meet (beef) and egg yolk. Sometimes I add butter and/or sour cream to the raw meet/cat milk mix, especially during her pregnancy and while she was breast-feeding kittens. Also, she eats tuna and chicken meet, but not very often.
Every evening the cats get a portion of chicken white meet or canned tuna. They adore it, and probably think that it is the best part of the day!
If Jelena is late with serving the food, Leroy and/or Jossan come and, discreetly as always, in their all but soft voices, remind her that MAU MAU MAUUUUUUUU IT IS TIME TO EAT THAT TUNA!!!!
Maven knows that the food is coming, and keeps her dignity intact. She just shows up when the siren is on, and circles around Jelena, but knows better than to yell like a maniac. Oops, did I say maniac?! I am sorry, I meant – Siamese.
A view from above: