
Pride Rock I have a lion, he sits high on his rock, and looks down at all the game beneath him. should I tell him the cliff is my monitor? the plains of game, my moving hands? no, he is a lion, and he would not believe me. copyright Kirsten Houseknecht |
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How it began Our first accidental litter went to friends and neighbors. After all, they were something in between races, and we did not know what they would grow up to be. Of course, I had to have a kitten myself. There's always room for one more :) As they grew up, I could only echo the uncounted phone calls my mother received: Are there to be more? We just have to have another one, and my neighbor/sister/boyfriend/mailman/hairdresser/cleaning lady wants one too..... when is the next litter due??? Next litter? Hmmm... next litter.... weeeeeelllllll, lets see... Deliberation was short. The champion lady could have bred certified pureblood coons in the 4 digit number of worth, but.... these were priceless, so we gave in (besides... by this time, MOM wanted another too, hehe) It still seems a bit weird to breed in between races, but the results are so addictive, there is no stopping. People keep coming back for seconds, and sometimes thirds. EVERYone wants one of these once they made contact. |
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Moving On Coming from the Persian angle of breedership (nothing professional, all family-style), I always wished I could have healthy cats on top of sweet personalities, but the standard here in Germany calls for flat (and therefore destined for sickness) faces. I never liked that, and even my orininal Persian Tom was a 'so-called' shame to his breed. He had a nose, gods forbid :) The Maine-Coons are beautiful, gentle giants, but I don't like my cats to weigh 20-30 pounds and more! Especially as one of the Coon's trait is to sit on laps indefinitely. Or try to sleep on your face. Or other body parts, as, and when they become available. That tends to get heavy. This mix was the perfect solution, and the perfect cat for addicts who just want personality, looks, and sweet temper (pure bred coons tend to get a bit, shall we say, obnoxious in their need for attention) in a long haired, silky cat which is easy to care for and easy to please. |
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Final Outcome They come when they are called, because they WANT to be with you, they mrrow and purr a lot, and there is not one mean hair on these bodies unless you push too far (they can defend themselves if the need arrives, but it takes a LOT to get them there, which makes them perfect companions for children). And what a body it is. They have a light frame, slinky and athletic, with the most gorgeous long, silky coat you have ever touched. Most of them don't have the woolly undercoat that makes caring such a trial (every once in a while there is a kickback to the original Persian and you get a fluffball). They make the perfect mate for us gotta-work folks. Brush them once a week with a poodle brush (ask me to show you, normal cat brushes and/or combs do NOT do the job), and you have a cat that shines as if you'd groomed it for hours each day. Of course, since grooming is considered extra loving attention, you may also do that every day until your arm falls off. No objections there from the kitty, provided you start early and playful with say, a soft baby brush, and not when they are one year old and NEED it :) |
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On their way It is always the cat choosing the new family, although we try to make suggestions. They have temperaments just like we do, and some are quiet little angels, some are timid and sensitive at first, and there's the occasional hell raiser amongst the toms. Most are all cuddles, some want to play and roughhouse, some just climb on top of you and go to sleep. We just need to get to know you a little before you may have one of our babies. You are encouraged to bring your whole family (minus the dog) and a few hours of time, children of all ages provided they do understand -and obey- 'please remain seated'. (If you don't think they will, either leave them at home or be prepared to have me MAKE them - I find that under 4-5 years, with rare exceptions, you should consider a dog instead. Something big that doesn't choke so easy). The kits consider being chased a threat, and instinct dictates they run and hide. And they won't be back out for more until the offender is gone, so your trip would be wasted. However, place kid and kit into the same sleeping arrangement later at night, and you'll find them happily bonded by morning. Sometimes it takes a while for a kitty to choose, although it is my experience that it is usually a matter of minutes. You sit down on the floor, and the one that attaches itself to your stockinged leg, or gets hopelessly tangled in your bootlaces is the one that goes home with you. Don't think for one minute that you have a say in the matter :) Wanna bet? Dozens of hopefuls came for the silver girl and left with the blue boy. |
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