Siamese Violet 2:
Coming Out Party

"Hey sis!  SIS!!!!"
Liz pulled off her headphones and looked at her older sister.  "Hey what?"
The violet-eyed siamese was sitting bolt-upright at her desk, ears straight up and nose quivering.  "I was doing some random surfing and look at what I found!"

Liz perked.  Jasmine had been acting strangely since her eighteenth birthday last year, all moody and twitchy like she had a rash under her fur or something.  It was a pleasure to see her younger sib's old, bouncy self again.  "Is he cute?"
"It's not like that!" Jasmine laughed.

"Then what is it?"  The 4 foot-11 inch lithe chocolate point elbowed her 5-foot-5 busty younger sister aside.

"This," Jasmine breathed.  "I found a site featuring violet-eyed purebred Siamese!"

Liz gaped. "No way!" This was big news.  Jasmine couldn't get a purebred certificate because the International Breeds Association didn't have any record of that trait in chocolate points whereas Liz , with her textbook blue slightly-crossed eyes, could.   She could become a purebred model which was big bucks, sell her eggs to fertility clinics -- also big bucks -- or sell her services as a surrogate for ginormous bucks.  Liz had taken advantage of that last option, which is how she financed her own college education without going into hock up to her eyeballs and even had some left over to helped her sister out.  This mean that both sisters were sophomores despite Liz being a year older, since she'd needed to take a year off.  

Liz checked the site's copyright date.  "Five years?? This site's been open five years?? How come we never found it??"

"It's not connected to any of the official purebreed groups," Jasmine exclaimed.  "It's not even connected to any historical sites either.  I found the link on...um...." She blushed.  "Nevermind."

Liz didn't answer;  she was already clicking the 'Contact' link.  "Three e-mails, e-mail, snail mail, and...a phone number??  Who puts their phone number on a web site?"

"Let's find out."  Jasmine vaulted off her chair and grabbed her cellphone.

"Jaz!" Liz squeaked.  "Are you nuts??? We don't know anything about these guys!"

Unfortunately Jasmine appeared to be back to her old self, which meant all her annoying traits were back as well -- such as a dangerous amount of impulsiveness.  Her fingers danced across the cellphone, although how she had managed to memorize the number so quickly was anyone's guess.  "Hello?  Yeah, I saw your website and, um, I'm a Siamese cat with violet eyes....nineteen actually....sure, I've got a video chat program, ICQ....un huh....uh huh....sure!"  She hung up the phone and dived back on her chair.   "Move over," she said.  "I'm starting a chat."