Our fairest flowers...
- are Snow White, Rags and Caithlin. Click for larger version
This is a page about the cats of our house - those still with us and those long gone. The site's Danish title means 'fat overfed pampered pets'. Tongue-in-cheek of course, but whenever they make too much trouble, we might call them things like that. I grew up with cats, so back when when my wife and I shacked up, we were of course soon looking for a cat. We found the orange mixed-breed Rudolf, and he was so gentle and wise, that his successors are still meassured against him. At the FIFe World Show in Copenhagen 1993 we fell for the huge Maine Coons. We realized however, that this breed was too big for our appartment at the time, so we scaled down a bit and went for Norwegian Forrest Cats instead. Starting with Ronja, who had a litter, from which we kept Milly, who reached the formidable age of 18 years with us. Later we fell in love with the ruddy Somali cats with their ticked semi-longhair fur and foxlike appearance. They are active and smart and yet extremely affectionate cats, who focus 100% on whatever they are doing. Our wonderful Ivanhoe, who sadly died much too soon, displayed all the merits of his breed, so our next pedigree cat was sure to be another Somali. And as it turned out, Rags had just the personality for out little pride... We will never ignore the good Danish mixed breed cat, but aim to always have one of them around. Right now it's Snow White, an 8 year old shelter cat, who stood little chance of ever finding a new home, especially compared to the sweet little kittens. She turned out to be a tremendously great cat and has become the princess of our house, receiving all the attention and indulgence, any cat could ever lap up.
