I was born in Gelderland, in a town called Velp. It was very hard for my parents,
because I was one out of eight.
There were three female kittens in our nest, including me, and five male kittens.
It was not only my parents who had a litter that time. Two other couples had kittens too,
there were nineteen! of us that moment!
Hihi, nice question for me! From the moment I had to be neutered, totally unexpected
and unwished, according to our "mother", I like almost all kinds of food.
This results in the fact that I am absolutely fat right now, and people call me "collared beef".
Everything that has a rope on it and can move fast.
Not that I am such a quick one, but it gives me a kick to slam it away,
run to the other site of the table and slam it again.
You bet I did, especially together with Rocky. I was the one that started showing,
but I was also the first one to stop.
Oh well, I had no intentions to become a European Champion, but Gr. Int. Ch. would have been nice.
Unfortunately I got very ill one day, and had to be operated.
After the operation I had to start all over again, even though I just needed two more points.
That was too much for me, so showtime was over for this lady.
Yeah, December 1997. It was the first litter in our cattery.
I got five beautiful little babies, three boys and two girls, from which one girl sadly died
right after she was born.
One of the boys (Smoky) stayed with "Mummy", the others went to live on their own.
I'm still in contact with all of them.
Yes I do! Rocky is the big guy of the cattery, but I am mother of the breed.
Two of my sons (Björn and Smoky) got kittens, and on March 7, 2001
Smoky's daughter Sylvana became a mother.
So now I'm mother, grandmother and great-grandmother.
And to be honest I'm very proud of that!