MY LIFE

Dear friends of the feline race. In case you haven't discovered that by now: I am a cat and this is MY homepage! For those of you who never had the privilege of meeting me in person - or touching me, because as far as that is concerned I am rather shy - I have asked my human to write down my biography.

My father's name was BILLY. He was a quite impressive white and brown Persian cat from a very old and noble feline family, as you can see here. And since the human my father lived with was planning to breed Persians she had not taken Billy to one of these barbarians (usually referred to as "vetenarians") to have his male pride mutilated (Unfortunately my father has passed away. He tried to leave his human's apartment through a window got stuck. When she discovered him, it was too late already ....).

During my father's stay at the house of Mimi's human my parents got closer and closer, and when dad's human finally returned to pick up Billy she was informed by her own mother that Mimi would also be a mother very soon! Unfortunately that "human" mother was not sympathetic. Instead she told her daughter that she, the so-called "owner" of the cat who had dared to touch "her" cat, would be responsible for everything from now on. Obviously she had no idea that my mother was not a victim in this matter, but a rather willing participant.

Thus dad's human returned to her one-bedroom appartment with two, instead of one cat - pardon three, actually (not counting us unborn ones). In the meantime she had purchased another young white Persian (even nobler than Billy, but, as it turned out later, not too healthy and therefore not suitable for the purpose of breeding cats).

When Mimi's time had come, dad's human realized that something was not right. Although my mother was a new Mum, she had done her very best, followed her maternal instincts like all the cats since the dawn of feline history. Thus the human put Mimi in a basket and took her to the vetenerian hospital affiliated with the local university.

There I was born on August 10, 1996 (a Saturday). Unlike other cats who were born in barns, in the fields, woods or other unfashionable places, I was indeed born at a unversity hospital - almost like a human child. And my sign is "Leo" - well, what else could a cat be?

My mother had carried four kittens altogether. Two of them (white kittens) were delivered dead. One, a young female (gray and brown) and I had survived. Dad's human was allowed to take us and our mother home the following day. Like all cats that young I spent the following days and weeks drinking my mother's milk, sleeping a lot and - after a while - playing and fighting with my sister.

One day another human visited us. When I came around the corner and greeted him with a soft "mee" I had already won his heart. Though I thought it was rather strange of this human to put my sister and myself on a table, hold up our tails and examine our private parts (as it turned out he did that to establish our gender). He seemed very nice and equipped with a heart for cats. Thus I fell asleep in his palm that night.

That other human continued to visit us two or three times a week. Twice he also brought a strange black device, a so-called "camera", and chased us cats with it. Fortunately that did not hurt at all and so I got used to it.

One Sunday morning, September 29 - I was now almost 8 weeks old - dad's human put me in the basket where my Mum, my sister and I had slept so many times and locked (!) it. She then carried me away from her home and took me to the other human, using a strange moving object called "car". Now he became "my human", but soon I was adopted by his entire family, as well. Some had reservations, because they had heard nasty stories about cats behaving badly. However, once they had met me they all fell in love with me and began to worship me right away.

I might want to add that I never displayed any of these dreadful manners other (less noble) cats harrass their humans with. As a matter of fact my human has sold my scratch-post and the the basket-cage, because I never used the scratch-post and I am reasonable enough to travel in a car without being locked up. That way I can sit where I want to sit and look out of the window - which does not scare me at all!

In addition to cars I have also learnt to accompany my human on his scooter. For that purpose he has a bag for me to sit in that is even equipped with a special safety-belt.

In general, I am a truly exceptional cat, believe me. Catnip does not turn me on at all. I do not scratch walls or furniture (only baskets, occasionally, and I have three of my own).

Although two of these barbarians have manipulated my family jewels I did not lose my interest in feline ladies. And despite the fact that my human had intended to keep me in-doors all the time, I managed to teach him that I do want to go out.

Most of all, however, I like water very much. And as you can see in the following chapter entitled "Aquatic Cat" I love the jacuzzi and also swim very well....

I spent the greater part of my youth at my human's place. During the day I soon began to visit his aunt and direct neighbor. However, I was fully grown when I first spent a night at her place. The aunt was initially prejudiced when cats where concerned, but fell in love with me at first sight. She did anything for me, got up in the middle of the night to open a can for me whenever I meowed and when a vet once recommended to feed my with mashed potatoes to treat a digestive problem I was dealing with, she actually made fresh mashed potatoes for me - needless to mention that I didn't even try them.

I was about a year and eight months old when my human's father passed away. Shortly before a TV show had dealt with the topic of mourning. In the show a study was quoted according to which living with a pet eases the pain of losing one's spouse. Thus my human took me to his mother late in April 1999. His parents had just moved to a small village in the previous fall.

At first I only reconnoitered the garden, but soon I began to explore the entire street and even the fields behind the house. Back then my human's mum still worked in the city and when she had to work she took me with her. I spent that time back at my old home, either with my human or his aunt.

In January 2000 my human's mum moved back to city. She now lives only 3 minutes away from my human. I don't know why but since we moved back to the city I have lost all interest in going out and spend all my time inside or on one of my balconies. My human visits me almost every day.

His aunt also visited me frequently. Unfortunately she died in January 2010!