I don’t know, we had a siamese and that lil’ guy was a chatterbox; when he came back from outside he had to tell us everything. And he always answered when you talked to him. Could have whole conversations with that cat. All the others (none of them siamese) have either been pretty silent, or they’ve only used meows to tell us they wanted something.
We’ve also had a couple persians (well, a probably genuine persian, white, and something that looked and behaved 100% like a black persian but was the daughter of what looked like a russian blue — or several russian blues stuck one inside the other; she’s old, fragile, and thin now, but that cat used to be thick, and solid like a brick — who we adopted from the street, and an unknown father); both of them behaved pretty much identically (and the latter much different from her mother, who was a force of nature): delicate, demure, always posing as if you were to take a picture. And both got sick and died quite younger than usual for cats.
I don’t know any stereotypes for russian blues so I can’t say if that one (supposing it even is one) fits them or not, though, and all the other cats we’ve had have been, well, regular off-brand cats, and mostly had standard generic cat behaviour (well, one was a gray tabby, also quite solid, who used to hunt rabbits, but she was mostly an outside cat).
I don’t know, we had a siamese and that lil’ guy was a chatterbox; when he came back from outside he had to tell us everything. And he always answered when you talked to him. Could have whole conversations with that cat. All the others (none of them siamese) have either been pretty silent, or they’ve only used meows to tell us they wanted something.
We’ve also had a couple persians (well, a probably genuine persian, white, and something that looked and behaved 100% like a black persian but was the daughter of what looked like a russian blue — or several russian blues stuck one inside the other; she’s old, fragile, and thin now, but that cat used to be thick, and solid like a brick — who we adopted from the street, and an unknown father); both of them behaved pretty much identically (and the latter much different from her mother, who was a force of nature): delicate, demure, always posing as if you were to take a picture. And both got sick and died quite younger than usual for cats.
I don’t know any stereotypes for russian blues so I can’t say if that one (supposing it even is one) fits them or not, though, and all the other cats we’ve had have been, well, regular off-brand cats, and mostly had standard generic cat behaviour (well, one was a gray tabby, also quite solid, who used to hunt rabbits, but she was mostly an outside cat).