I talk a lot. Momma says that although Siamese are supposed to talk, I am the talker. Cheysuli has a little squeak but I talk. I mew. And mew. And mew.
This weekend I mewed in Momma’s ear just at exactly the time the alarm would have gone off. Momma said it was very nice of me to worry that she would over sleep but that they did not get up on that day. So I went back to sleep. I may talk, but I am polite.