Your Burmese boy sounds like a hoot!!! B&E and robbery? Wow. That guy sounds like he was a rascal. I bet your other pets just loved him. 
Always bringing food home and teasing them with it. I can imagine you coming home to a house full of half plucked birds and wondering what the hell you walked into.
Had a cat when I was a kid who was the sole reason no lizards in our entire neighborhood possessed their original tails. She'd just step on them and let them walk off. Then she'd go find another lizard and do the same thing. Sad for us as kids because we thought for several years that everyone else's lizards were 'weird' because they HAD tails and ours didn't!! lol. Ehhh...five year olds.
Yes, I have to agree with the sentiment that Oriental breed cats are nuts. The 'highstrung' description which typically goes along with the breeds' bio doesn't really tell the full story. They're just full on NUTS. But nuts in a good way, ya ken? (Depending on their raising.)
I love that they love people. It's adorable. But when one is trying to meeze(this is a verb in our house) you to death because you refuse to go to bed when she tells you to... the sanity is a bit questionable. They're bossy as shit. No? What is that two letter word? Oh yes, it really means YES. But only if you let me convince you by sitting right in your face and meezing at you for another half an hour. Don't want to kiss me or hug me right now? Too fucking bad! You're going to do it or I'm going to follow you around and trip you every time you try to move forward. You're going to think I'm the new carpet. I don't mind if you have a broken neck. Your hands still work don't they?!! You can still pet me(Her logic. Not mine.) Or I'll just passive aggressively hack up a watery hairball in your favorite leather sandals. (That was a nice trick she did last week) Or I'll sneak up on you while your sleeping and when you open your eyes I'll be staring deeply into your own only about an inch away from your face and make you scream your head off. OR I'll act like your alarm clock. Only I'm not your alarm clock, I just wanna be because it seems like a really cool thing to do this morning because I'm BORED and you're not paying attention to me. I'm the Princess and I'm awake so by God you're going to be awake with me to adore me the way I should be. My little black nose needs rubbed and you know I have that itchy chin condition. You're the only one in the world who can scratch that itch just right. The corner of boxes or tables just doesn't do it for me anymore.
Carnage seems to be an obsession with the breed. Little Big Mouth adores watching gory TV. She sits on the arm of the couch right beside me or on my husband's knee and the more screaming she hears she slowly digs her talons into whatever she's resting them on. Tail and whisker twitches. Body squirming in preparation for leaping and hunting the evil monster... the whole nine yards.
Last night was too funny for words. So here's hubby and I sitting on the couch. Big Mouth's on his bare knee with her dainty little paws hooked over it. We were watching reruns of Buffy. Some booga booga jumped out in the show and she got so excited and squirmed so hard that she twitched herself right off his knee. Claws outstretched, she slid all the way down to the floor trying to grab onto her Daddy's knee again. He was screaming, she was scrambling, and I was laughing. A while later she was sulking because he wouldn't let her back up on his lap. Gee, go figure.
When she really gets going and wont stop being a toddler we have to ground her to the porch. Only for five minutes at a time but still, it horrifies her into behaving. She can't stand to be alone.
She mothers the two kids, who are 11 and 13 now. They're homeschooled and when I leave the room where they're working she plops herself down in the doorway and stares at them. I tell her to mind her kittens and she stays right there in the room with them. When I get onto them about something and raise my voice she always has to put her twenty cents in. Loudly. YELLING at them. Like, "YEAH! And.... yeah!! That's right. Ok, so ... what are you going to do differently tomorrow!? Ok. So... FINE! And... WHAT SHE SAID!" As soon as it's over she stops. The poor kids. They've got two mom yelling at them at the same time.
It's impossible to really play with her, like I said before. When you try to entice her with string, after a minute or two she dives after your HAND. You can see her eyes moving up the string to see what's controlling it. She wants to kill the hand, not the string. Too damn smart. Thankfully, she's a sweetheart. A little crazy. But a sweetheart.
She's twenty years old. I've been saying for years now that when she dies I want to get another meezer. My husband says no, that he would be heartbroken. Well, that and he doesn't think he'll be able to survive another meezer's kittenhood without strangling it. They're so loud. I want one, though. I think a boy would be good.
. My mokey likes to play in my hair at night time when he makes himself a comfy place on top of my pillow at the top of my head.
