She's already quite a lady with her eight years of age. But nonetheless she's very shy. Which is quite obvious after all that she must have been through. Christine used to be a member of the Belgian Animal Protection Organisation and every now and then she received a magazine, packed with one sad story after the other. And there she was. The note next to her picture said: "thrown out when the baby arrived". We were absolutely gutted when we saw her lying there in the asylum, on the top shelf, far away from the other cats. So for two years and a half already she's part of the family. She's still a loner and hisses and claws at the others when they're getting too close. But on the other hand she's so very affectionate. Drooling by the gallon every time she's caressed. We often wonder what kind of a monster someone must be to have left her behind just like that.
Next is Blu. She was the "replacement" we received from the breeders of our beloved Ciuffa, a 9-month old kitten that died of the dreaded Feline Immunodeficiency Virus over a year ago...
Just like Ciuffa, she's not just "a" cat. Oh no! She's 100% genuine nobility with her Norwegian Forest Cat pedigree. There you go! Why pay so much money for a "cat", just to have a pedigree, you might ask? Well, at first we were also wondering. But now we're absolutely convinced that there is much more to the true Norwegian Forest pedigree than their enormous size, their lovely, long fur and the big, fat tail. These cats have - in four words - the most adorable character. They're so kind, loving and have no aggression in them whatsoever. Even though Blu likes to hiss at Flora every once and a while; just to enforce her "elderly" status. But for the rest, there's no cat in the world who'd give so much true love. Apart from little Flora perhaps. She does't speak very much, apart from a faint squeek every now and then. But her green, almondy eyes tell you more than a thousand words. Predominantly: "I love you". And what about Thomas, you might say?...
Well... Thomas is just... Thomas. Named after the youngest son of a close friend of ours, he's the coolest and most relaxed tomcat around. Hardly a year old but already the leader of the pack. We got him so Blu wouldn't be lonely anymore. After all, Canelle tends to avoid the company of the others and Norwegians are by exception very sociable cats. It worked out just fine. Even if it meant that we had to drive all the way up to one of the most remote places in Holland. It was more than worth it. He has a quality you may not immediately expect from a tomcat, but he's a keen... talker! He constantly goes about, babbling and purring to everything and everyone. Soooo cute! He's very fashionable too. Every day he finds something different to decorate his black and grey fur with. Yesterday it was a long, bright-yellow leaf with a piece of twig that he had stuck behind his left ear. Today, it was a big ball of hair and dust that he had attached to his big tail. Waving it about and shouting "Cooie!!! Look at me now! Don't you think I'm the prettiest boy on the planet?" It took some time to convince Flora of that fact. In the beginning she found him a bit too posh and pushy; always babbling at her and declaring his love and devotion... But now they've become inseparable. If you see one, you're likely to find the other one too.
Truly... one, big, happy family...
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