Pringles, my Flame Point Siamese
One day in October-November of 2010, I was sitting outside on my back porch, snacking on some Pringles chips, and happened to see (what I thought) was a white cat in my backyard. "She" came out of the woods, and when I called "kitty, kitty, kitty" "she" immediately came running up to me. I had a Pringle in my hand, and "she" just took a huge bite out of it! The first thing I noticed was "her" stunning blue eyes! The last thing I thought was Siamese. I was immediately drawn to "her," and decided to name "her" Pringles. The cat was very loving, we'd sit on the back porch and I'd have "her" in my lap, petting her. "She" stuck around, and my dad refused to let "her" come inside, but finally he agreed. "She" was an outside cat, but we'd let "her" in during the chilly nights. We took "her" to the vet a couple of weeks after "she" began to stay with us, to get "her" fixed, and came back later that day. They said to us, "you have the male Flame Point Siamese?" I said "male? Siamese? You must have the wrong cat." Surely enough, it was my Pringles! I've had him for about a year now, and he's the love of my life. He still stays outside during the day (unless weather is bad), but comes in at night. He will crawl on my chest, tuck his head beneath my chin, and lay there curled up all night. He's silly, and very intelligent! While he can get easily irritated and bring out his claws, he's a joy to have, and I've grown very attached. I don't know what I'd do without him. Pringles is like my son!