I am torn about the cat/cats i will get. I'm very tempted to get 2, as kittens, and Siamese. I grew up with a Siamese. But with rescue etc, there's so many options.

http://www.videosift.com/video/Siamese-Kitty-Gets-Unhappy-with-the-Paparazzi-Cute

Reminds me of my cat Smokey. She was siamese and great. She had a kiddny infection about half way through her life, and got very ill for a few days, but with the vets help she pulled through. I think one of the kiddneys may have failed, but i cant remember the details now. She was back to being active after she recovered and lasted 13 years being loveable. I hope Maceo makes it too.

Doc Holliday (1851-1887)

DocJohn Henry Holliday was born in Georgia in 1851. An educated man, John learned mathematics, the sciences, and earned a degree in dentistry (hence his nickname, “Doc”). He disliked the teeth trade, preferring to spend his time playing poker, and after being diagnosed with tuberculosis, he went west to partake of the dry climate.

Despite his genteel upbringing, what Doc really liked to do was have a good time. His idea of a good time involved gambling on cards, drinking whiskey, and enjoying the attentions of a lady or two. A really good time featured all three at once. It has been said that he drank three quarts of whiskey on an average day, and when he got serious about the job, could kill five or six.

Together with his occasional paramour, “Big Nose” Kate Elder, Holliday went on a violent, lucrative, and whiskey-soaked spree through the territories. He tended to leave town under threat of arrest or one step ahead of a posse, and at one time was wanted for various crimes in Kansas, Texas, Missouri and Arizona. He holed up for a time in Tombstone, Arizona, arriving shortly before the Earp brothers, with whom he became embroiled in the animosity which led to the gunfight at the OK Corral.

His TB worsened, causing him to regularly cough up blood. Strong whiskey seemed to stem the hacking, so Doc drank from dawn to dusk. He checked into a hospital for consumptives in Glenwood Springs, Colorado, where, as a wealthy man, he bribed nurses to bring him his self-prescribed medicine. Otherwise, he remained a model patient until he died. He was 36 years old.

Big Nose Kate (1850-1940)

Known at various times as Kate Fisher, Kate Elder, or Kate Cummings, Mary Katherine Haroney was born in Budapest, Hungary, the oldest child of a wealthy physician. Her father moved to Mexico in 1862 to act as the personal physician for Emperor Maximilian I. In 1865, when the Mexican government imploded, the Haroney family relocated to Davenport, Iowa, where Dr. and Mrs. Haroney managed to die within the year, leaving Kate an orphan.

The intervening years are a blur, but by 1874 Kate was living in Dodge City, Kansas, where she sold her charms in a brothel owned by Nellie Earp, wife of James Earp, the less famous older brother of Virgil, Morgan and Wyatt. While living in Dodge, Kate met Doc Holliday, who would be part of her life for many years.

Kate could match Doc drink for drink, and her temper was, if anything, even more volatile than his. She carried a derringer in an ankle holster, and when crossed, could curse a trailhand back into church. After she’d had a few, her verbal tirades took on a cosmopolitan flavor as she assaulted her opponents in a hair-raising potpourri of Hungarian, French and English. Many times, sadly, when Kate slipped into banshee-mode, her target was Doc Holliday.

They were quite the couple. The phrase “love birds” can share space in the same sentence as the words “Doc” and “Kate” only as a means of defining what they absolutely were not. We’ve all had friends like Holliday and Big Nose (hopefully without the shootings and stabbings), or witnessed their like. You know, they start the night acting like Siamese twins attached at the lips, drinking and dancing without a care in the world, then, for reasons even they probably don’t understand, they spend the next few hours auditioning for the Springer show—yelling, chasing, crying, slapping, pouting—until, just at the very apogee of ugliness, they make up and sneak off to screw in the laundry room. Such was the daily reality of Kate’s relationship with Doc Holliday.

Kate’s epic drinking habits once got her and Holliday in a whole hill of trouble. They had been fighting and Kate, in a cloud of rage, went to a saloon, where she encountered Tombstone sheriff Johnny Behan. He was sitting with members of the feared outlaw gang, the Cowboys, lead by a rancid little psycho called Curley Bill Brocious and his frequent partner in crime, the gunman Johnny Ringo. (At a saloon in Prescott, Arizona, Ringo, a specialist at shooting unarmed men, offered to buy a man a whiskey, but when the man ordered a beer instead, Ringo shot him dead.)

The Cowboys were involved in a feud with the Earp brothers and Doc Holliday, a feud that Sheriff Behan encouraged because he was a weasel and felt threatened by the Earps’ influence in “his” town. When Kate thundered into the saloon, the boys saw an opportunity. Someone, surely one or more of the Cowboys, had recently robbed a Wells-Fargo wagon and murdered the driver. The Cowboys and Behan bought Kate as much whiskey as she could drink and persuaded her to swear that it was Doc Holliday who had done the deed, which she did right on the spot.

Kate recanted after she sobered up. Doc forgave her, and their relationship continued along its usual tempestuous course until Doc finally became so ill he required hospitalization. They never saw each other again, and Kate returned to Arizona, where she lived well into her 90s.

The building that was once the Grand Hotel in Tombstone is, today, Big Nose Kate’s Saloon. Numerous visitors have claimed that Kate’s ghost haunts its back rooms and corridors. Big Nose Kate was a hellion in life, a free spirit, an ass kicker and a name taker, so her lingering spirit is likely one spitfire of a spook.
-Modern Drunkard

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Wow, yeah, that's a beautiful cat. I thought it was a Scottish Fold at first (I mean, hell, all the damn internet cat videos are of that breed it seems), but now I'm not so sure.

My old Siamese cat used to love to do that kind of thing. I'd get a 12-pack of Mountain Dew and leave the empty box out and he'd climb in through the little hole and chill inside like it was a little cave. Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever had a cat that DIDN'T like boxes in some way, shape, or form.

Thankyou. Alaska is a cutie. Back at owner's YT page she has quite a few videos of "complaining". Must be a siamese thing.

Looks a bit like Alaska, the kitty that did not want to come inside:
http://www.videosift.com/video/Siamese-Kitty-Complains-When-Its-Time-to-Come-Inside

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Was a big fan of the Pumpkins (aka Amazing Tomatoes, as they were going to originally call themselves) in high school. I'm always surprised to see music videos of songs I really, really love and realize I've never seen them before. Never been an MTV watcher, especially not now that they don't play music videos any more.

Still have an old bootleg of them in a tiny club performing acoustically the songs of their then unreleased upcoming album Siamese Dream. Billy's voice cracks a few times trying to hit the high notes and he just laughs. It's great.

They were sure something awesome.

it's like a giant siamese-twin fly

Anyone that believes in rapture, end time, or whatever else, needs to be shipped off to a different planet. They don't care what mess we make, because they think it will soon be immaterial, whereas the sane and non-deluded people know that isn't going to happen and are beginning to (or already do) realise that we have to do everything in our power to ensure there IS an earth for us to live in.

It's like being a siamese twin, and you're saying to your twin "i'm fairly sure that drinking anti freeze is bad for us", but he disagrees and likes the taste too much. They are going to kill with their ignorance.

Why not go out tomorrow and pour millions of tons of crude oil into the ocean? IT DOESN'T MATTER ANYWAY!