We used to have a Siamese, exactly like the (thanks WiKi) one below. Called him Cumák, meaning Muzzle, in Czech. Cause when we got him - as a tiny kitten - we came home the next day and found him at the top of the stairs, guarding the "prey" he got - don't ask me how - out of the downstairs fridge: the raw, gnawed pork roast was as large as he was, at that time.
When I tried to take it away, the little kitty growled, bristled and confronted me like a LION! Wow. Never forget it.
His meow was like a yowl. SO loud! YOWL!
Brought him back to the US from Banbury, England. Loved our Minneapolis back yard and roamed all over the hood, dead of winter even. What a champ. Bet he too would have made his way back to the fridge and the pork roast, from anywhere.
Too bad dream cats like that have only nine lives. :-(((
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