Originally posted by rod_grant Solution;
1. Keep him off the bed.
2. Keep him out of the bedroom.
If he does have a scratching post, buy him one.
1. He has scratching posts, as in multiple, all over the house and he uses those TOO.
2. You know what you get when you try keeping an overly clingy and very determined Fire Point Siamese from going to bed with you? You get the cops at your door with a noise complaint an hour later when the neighbors decide they've had enough. Or you get Animal Control there convinced you're beating said cat because he's THAT LOUD when he's parted from his Eternal Beloved, IE Moi, for more than 10 minutes...
As far as I am concerned Siamese cats should come with labels.
"Warning: Potential Psycho Stalker Cat. Unusually Affectionate, Can Be Demanding, Destructive, Hyperactive. Adopt Strictly At Your Own Risk..."
---------- Post added 07-02-15 at 01:18 AM ----------
Originally posted by MarkJerling So far he's shredded some 1200 count white ones, some 1000 count blue ones, and my 100% cotton dark green Ashley flannels. Also my Dad's dull olive sheets that matched his favorite comforter when he was over there for a weekend. These are by far the brightest color sheets I've ever had but he's already half killed them and I've only had them on the bed for a short amount of time. It's not about color or quality, it's just about him being a hyperactive, destructive little monster. What he needs is another Siamese around but we can't have more than 2 pets here and frankly while he might love it housing a second Siamese like him would put me straight into the hospital. Lilith (Lily) my 9 year old black Main Coon mix is Top Cat, and she's not going anywhere. She was here first and she's her Mama's Girl as in I adore her little fuzzy black arse...
He is far more cat than I ever wanted. The only reason I probably haven't strangled him at times is because he so obviously adores me. He can make me SO mad sometimes but then he just jumps up into my arms, head butts me and practically covers my face with kisses, starts up with the ecstatic purring and I'm screwed all over again. I'm total sucker for badarse felines and he knows it. This is what got me in the first place. He's a BRAT, but he's such a LOVEABLE Brat and he has the biggest heart of any cat I've ever known. He just LOOOOOOOVES me, fortunately for him. It's his saving grace or by now he'd likely be six feet under. I've never had a cat who made it his main job in life to test me so much and I have raised a lot of cats. Loki is defnitely one of a kind, but whether or not he will outlive me is very much up for debate...
:P
---------- Post added 07-02-15 at 01:29 AM ----------
Originally posted by MarkJerling I find myself in servitude to this one - Milo. (Dogs have owners, cats have staff)
Milo is a beautiful cat. I love seeing pics of him...
---------- Post added 07-02-15 at 01:34 AM ----------
Originally posted by Parallax Is there a size limit? (On the subject) This one's almost 19 lbs.
My Lily has 3 siblings, all of whom are this big or larger. Mama was a pure bred Maine Coon who played outside when she wasn't supposed to. We think the other three had a different Dad or they all take after Mom because they are HUGE. The boy he's usually in the mid 20's weight-wise and he's not fat he's just BIG. He has big furry paws like a Lynx. Lily on the other hand has Maine Coon fur but it's softer, all black and she weighs all of like 10lbs when she has her Winter coat. In Summer 9.5 maybe. She's all fur. During the Summer it thins out and you realize that she's TINY. Dad is convinced she's a runt, but I don't think so. I think Mama was getting busy with a few boy cats outside... :P