We were lucky enough to spend 13 wonderful years with Lily, my sweet (and a little weird) rescue cat. When my now 14 year old son was just 9 months old, my husband and I decided it was time to adopt our first pet together. So much life has happened in those 13 years since we brought her home; we've moved twice, welcomed 2 babies, lost loved ones, and throughout it all Lily was there willing to give a snuggle or a reassuring look.
Lily was a happy cat but she never could purr. In the middle of the night she would loudly meow throughout the house and leave "gifts" for me near my bed. Usually they were just small stuffed animals or toys, but sometimes it was pieces of trash or socks. I used to find it annoying to step on sharp little toys when I'd first get out of bed, but now that she's gone I miss finding those little treasures when I wake up. She wasn't a fan of chicken or cat treats, but if she heard the faint rustling sound of a shredded cheese bag she would come running and meow for just a little bit of cheese. Her favorite place to hangout was in the bottom of our pantry or in my son's room, and it seems strange without her around. No more meowing in the middle of the night, no more little paws on my leg begging me for just a little bit of my lunch, and no more snuggles. My heart breaks thinking she's no longer here and I can't pet her anymore. But after her not wanting to eat and her quality of life being very poor, I didn't want to see her suffer. Lily was put to sleep on October 28, 2019 and we all are grieving the loss of another wonderful, irreplaceable cat.
My wish is that Lily is in heaven running around with Beatrix and eating all the cheese she wants. Rest in Peace my sweet Lily.
Meet Snookie, the newest addition to our crazy cat crew (and family)!
Snookie joins us from the Netherlands, and on her first day in her new home she was terrified of us. Understandably so after spending hours in a crate, flying halfway around the world, and coming to a brand new home. When we adopt new kitties, we always quarantine them until the vet gives the all clear that they are healthy and free from parasites. We tucked Snookie in for the night, gave her fresh water and a new bowl of food, and let her relax. After a good nights rest, Snookie warmed right up to us!
When my Beatrix was alive I would hold her on her back like a baby. I did the same thing to Snookie and the look in her eyes looked so much like Beatrix it was unbelievable. Beatrix also purred louder than any cat I have ever met and so does Snookie! Maybe it's one of those unexplainable "God Things" or just a coincidence, whatever the reason I am taking it as a sign that Snookie was meant to be here with us.
I'll admit I suffer from anxiety and depression. Most days are great, but some days (especially long, cold, dark, winter days) are just HARD! If you don't have anxiety, first off I envy you! But if you are a fellow anxiety sufferer, hello my friend you are NOT alone. You're probably wondering what does this have to do with breeding cats...well in a sense, everything.
When researching breeders in the United States, most Maine Coon cat breeders are selfish with breeding rights and I don't blame them one bit. In fact, I'll be the same way. These are NOT just cats to me, they are a dream and are treated with love and respect every single day. Because I am "new" at the breeding aspect of cats (we've rescued, bottle fed and raised several cats but have not bred them before) most US breeder's I contacted were reluctant to let me own one of their babies to breed. I understand them and respect their wishes and hope to do business with them in the future once I have had experience.
On a different note, I knew that I wanted to raise healthy cats most importantly. Not only do I want them to be big, beautiful and friendly, but the most important thing to me is to produce healthy kittens. Several breeders that turned me away offered their advice and said to contact breeders in Ukraine and Russia. Kris King, Stella, and Voodoo came from a fantastic breeder and we are so happy with the cats plus we stay in constant contact with the breeder. The breeder in Russia has been a learning experience. She did not send pedigree papers as promised and it has taken months to get them and Beatrix died just 2 months after we adopted her from FIP. She is not a breeder I would recommend using and I would not adopt from someone who takes weeks to respond to questions.
Anxiety means I overthink every single situation and what could possibly go wrong. There's no exception when it comes to breeding cats either, I worry about their health, their temperament, the cost of vet bills (and food and litter and toys), and if they would be happy here. After all they did fly across the world to come to the United States and their entire lives are different now. They have toys to play with, treats, cat towers, window perches, scratching posts, and lots of love. I would hope they are happy here ;)
So what is a good breeder?
Someone that offers a health guarantee, contract, has them registered and has papers for them, and bonus points if they have champion cats in their lineage. Showing cats is no easy feat, and they must be healthy and disease free to be shown. Most breeders will have a "no declaw" policy in their contract along with a clause on spaying or neutering your cat.