He reminds me of that Mr. Potato Head toy where you can take off the legs and put them on backwards.

These cats have been more fun than you ever would imagine.

Generally, Barker is not as bright as Siamese are usually purported to be. He runs into walls, turns around to lick his back and falls off the window ledge, or gets into my hair dye, but every now and then, he shows off his degree from the school of street smarts.

The other day, Barker was sitting hidden around the corner, meowing the plaintive "meow, meow, meow" of a sick and dying animal.

Maggie comes around the corner to see what's wrong with her brother and suddenly...