In the late 80’s I owned a cat from hell. Eon would hiss and growl and scare the heck out of everyone. Being solid black made him even more evil. One night, I invited my boss for dinner. Eon attacked her, sinking his teeth into her hand, feet dangling off the floor as she tried to shake him off. I swore NEVER, would I own a cat again. Until we got Mitts…
…followed by Oscar, my beautiful Exotic Shorthair (short-haired Persian) in rare chocolate brown. What a big bear with huge amber saucer eyes. If I had to pick a favourite it would have to be him.
Typical of the breed, Oscar is sweet and affectionate, constantly throwing himself in front of you like a boneless cat, rolling over for a belly rub. At any given time, you will hear someone in our family gushing three octaves higher in baby cat talk. How can you stand so much cuteness under one roof? If you visit, I bet your voice will change too.
Only a face a mother could love. Exotics are known as a lazy man’s Persian, their short plush coat requires little maintenance.
This breed is so docile, quiet and gentle. Like having a live teddy bear.
We were so charmed by this breed, that we got Charlie a few months later. His colouring is seal lynx point. I love his striped tail.
Charlie has a more adventurous spirit, and like Oscar, is a big purr baby who loves his cuddles.
Betty likes cats, after the third one, she didn’t even notice when we got our fourth.
Meet Mona, our latest addition in lilac grey. She’s the spunkiest and most vocal of the bunch.
See how Charlie (right) has filled out compared to earlier pics? He’s got the nicest plushest coat. These cats don’t shed as much as regular cats.
There you have it, our parade of cats. We are now officially cat people.