Yesterday we took the furgenius to the vet for a looksee. She has had a case of the stanky poos, and she had been couch warming for a few days- this is not her normally freakishly energetic behavior-so we were hoping to get her back to her normally fuzzily buzzily self. Turns out that the kid has IBS, so the vet gave her a shot of antibiotics and cortisone. Then he told boygenius and myself that we were not to feed her for the next 24 hours to give her gut some time to rest before starting the new chow. ( we also get to shoot multiple cc's of goopy yellow liquid antibiotic into her mouth 3 times a day! Party time!)
If one has never had the pleasure of depriving a Siamese cat of its food for a period of longer than five minutes, I'm here to tell you that you are in for one heck of an interesting time.
On a good day, she will wait until roughly 5 minutes earlier than each of her 3 regularly scheduled feeding time before she lets you know that its going to be time. This involves massive amounts of squeaks, chirps, and general Siamese style chatter, and some gentle taps with her front paws on what ever part of you she can reach. If you refuse to give her what she wants immediately, she takes it up a notch. At this point is is actual feeding time... More chirps, tweets and chatter, with harder taps from the paws-the tendency is also for her to get as close to your face as possible when this level begins...If you still refuse to comply, she will run to her water bowl and flip it over as quickly as kittily possible, then she will come back to tell you what shes done...After the bowl flip, all bets are off. She goes into berserker mode. Gently love taps turn into something else....This is why I have been awake since 2am....
If you have never been pimp slapped by a cat, I don't believe that you have owned a Siamese.
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