I had a purebred Seal Point Siamese female cat. Her name was Sugar; she did not live up to her name.
Sugar was very moody. You could be patting Sugar on her head, and suddenly, she would give you a dirty look. She would look at you like she wanted to scratch your face up. I would place her on the carpet until her mood eventually changed. The next time I picked her up, she would purr away gently and be quite contented.
She did not like other cats. I let her outside one day, and she attacked one of my outdoor cats. My outdoor cat was injured badly. My outdoor Tom cat thought she was attractive, and he followed her everywhere. Sugar turned around one day and scratched him up. He never gave her another look after that.
Sugar was a very jealous cat. She wanted your attention all of the time. My Mother was working on genealogy one day. Sugar thought she was being neglected. Sugar saw my Mother’s papers lying out on the couch. Sugar ate the corners of each piece of paper. If that was not bad enough, she ate off the corner of a brand-new road atlas. After that episode, Sugar and I was in the dog house for a while.
I bought a sickly kitten in the house. Sugar took pity on the kitten and was very loving toward him. He was the only cat she ever liked in her life.
Sugar had grown up around birds. I had a pet parakeet by the name of Perry. She would lie on the bed and listen to Perry sing most of the day. When my parakeet died from old age, Sugar was heartbroken.
I loved Sugar very much, even if she was moody; none of us are perfect individuals.
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