Years ago I had owned a Siamese cat named Kiddle, or perhaps it would be safer to say that she owned me. For many years, from the time I was a teenager through the time I had children of my own, she was my friend. Never judgemental, always loving, she had a sense of humor and was protective of me and my little ones. When she died at the age of 15, I thought my heart would break.
Less then 6 months later, I got another Siamese cat that was the total opposite of Kiddle. I had her for less than a year, as it was around that time that I ended up moving to the complex that didn't allow pets. I thought alot about Kiddle and the other Siamese cat as we drove to see this new one that I might adopt. I decided to sit on the floor to see if this cat would choose me!
When we arrived, the lady that owned the cats told us that because of a severe allergic reaction she had to give them up. I felt so bad for her. She told us that she had two of them (sisters) and called to them. Down the stairs bounded two tiny balls of fur. At first they stood off in the distance, sizing us up. I sat down on the floor and first Mollie, then Tessie, approached me cautiously. Then, before I knew it, both of them were climbing on me, purring and talking. With tears in my eyes I looked at my husband. He was smiling broadly and told the lady that he guessed we'd be taking them both!
The first cat to make friends was the Old Cat. He found the kitten's antics endlessly entertaining and after only a few days joined in with their play, much to my surprise and theirs! He would wrestle with them, always careful to keep his razor like claws in. However when Mollie, the more daring of the two, thought it might be fun to use him like a pillow during nap time he let her know in no uncertain terms that there were some things that an Old Cat would rather do alone.
Alas, we did have one hard sell. Baby, our original cat did not want anything to do with the new kittens or with us. He seemed to get more and more withdrawn. If it's possible, he even looked at us with sad eyes as if to say, why don't you have any time for me? So both my husband and I began to pay extra attention to him, stopping to pet him whenever he was near by. Now he's pretty much back to his old self. Still not wild about these new house guests, but, at least, interacting with them and us again.