The Russian Blue doesn’t say much. By nature these cats are quiet and sullen, preferring to shoot baleful glances at the kids and mutter guttural curses at the dog under their breath. They hold a grudge forever. The icy cold of Archangelsk and the Steppes of Siberia has sunk into their souls and they are sure that the rest of the world has conspired to deprive them of their God-given rights.
