One Flake Remains

SnowflakeAll the snow has melted; only one flake remains. If you know how to scratch a cat chin, play with string, and toss crinkle-balls, and if you don't screech when you see His Fuzziness walk through the room or chase after him with heavy-footed glee, you'll have a friend.I've never had a part-Siamese cat before. His body build is different from the rest of our cats--he has a tall, lean look about him. His face is chiseled differently, too, with a distinctively-shaped muzzle. His claws cannot completely retract, so he cannot play with a soft paw (something very important to know when tantalizing him with a string). On the ends of each of his hairs is a small barb--which means the fur does not easily brush off of your Sunday-best clothing (or anything else...like the bedspread). I once read that the Siamese is half dog and half monkey--meaning he has the personality of worshiping you at your feet and never outgrowing the crazy kitty-like play. Yup. He wanders around the house, following me like a puppy. If I sit down, he often chooses my lap for his nap. My bed is his bed. Worship.And then the monkey side. Did I ever tell you that he fell into a deep depression when I stole his play mice? I found those brightly colored scraps of fur with tails in a puddle of tipped-over water dish while making may way through the dark one too many times. For whatever reason, he cannot remember that he has a mouse in his mouth when he wants a drink of water...and then, SPLASH! Mouse is floating in the water! And OF COURSE he has to go digging for it, tipping the water dish over and creating the perfect scene for mom to find as she walks through the house at night with bare feet. One night I plopped those little mice on the shelf to dry and forgot about them. His tail all but dragged on the floor. He stopped eating. He stopped purring. I took him to the vet, and we had no idea what was wrong with him. A few days later, I found his mice and dangled them in front of his nose. The tail went up. He pounced. He played. He purred. He skidded around on the floor chasing and leaping and LAUGHING as only a white Siamese can laugh. Oh, great cat. Your mice and crinkle balls are collected, replaced, and guarded with near-holy religiosity...And so. How do we put those two words together? Dog + Monkey...already have a do-nkey (well, we have two of them). Mong? Dogkey? or...Flake. Fits him well.