I'm lucky enough to live in the beautiful garden of England, and as of next week (or maybe the next, depending on how things go) I'll be the proud owner of my third Birman kitten!
It's been several years since I owned a cat. As a kid (not so long ago) I had five. Zoe was a CPL b/white moggy, who had the indignity of being "cared" for by a 7-year old me, and was renamed about five times in the space of her first week with us. I'm ashamed to say, I think I babied that cat more than was healthy, but she stolidly put up with it. Sadly, Zoe was killed in a hit-and-run the day before we moved house, absolutely breaking my heart.
For the new house, my parents bought me and my sister two b/w moggy sisters. Still aching from losing Zoe, I wished to name my kitten after her, but Mom gently suggested Chloe, instead. These 2 old girls are still alive and very much hissing and kicking today, aggy as ever.
Then, in 1995, I attended my first Grand National cat show at Kensy Olympia, London, and fell in love...with Birmans. And they remain my favourite breed. The next year, after much scraping and saving, I was the proud owner of a (rather vocal) blue-point girl, Willlow. The following year, her seal-point half-sister, Fern, came into our lives. Sadly, neither are still with us; Fern contracted that Goddamn sickness FIP and died just before her 3rd birthday; Willow I lost last year, to stomach cancer. So I don't seem to have much luck with pedigrees.
When my 'rents split, I went to live with my Mom. Chloe and Jess were by then too old for me to want to move them; it didn't seem fair. They still live with my Dad and brother.
As I live with my Mom, it's been her descision not to have any cats for the past few years. The fact I've been seriously ill for 6 years, hasn't exactly helped matters. Unable to work = unable to properly pay for a cats' needs. Plus, I could barely take care of myself, so how selfish would it have been to a pet?!
BUT...since the beginning of this year, I've finally been in recovery. I've landed myself a full-time job, my body's recovering...and at long last, I've talked my Mom round into letting me have another cat!! But not just any cat - another Birman!
So, this Tuesday coming up, I go to see a litter of 16-week old Birman-cross kits! They're all toms, and that's going to feel odd, as I've only ever owned queens, but heck, I'm up for a change. And I know it sounds sad, but I've already chosen a name - Kieran. I love that name, for a lad.
So, if you've managed to read to the end of this overlong intro post, kudos to you, and hello to all other cat-lovers on this site!
P.S - I'm going to the Grand National show at Olympia this December, for the first time in 7 years; anyone else attending?!