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Fairy Fiona von der Salzblume, call sign: "Funny" Our pretty Silverqueen Click on her photo to get to her page ![]()
![]() ![]() Pride Rock I have a lion, he sits high on his rock, and looks down at all the game beneath him. should I tell him the cliff is my monitor? the plains of game, my moving hands? no, he is a lion, and he would not believe me. copyright Kirsten Houseknecht |
How it began Our first accidental litter went to friends and neighbors. Of course, I had to have a kitten myself. There's always room for one more :) As they grew up, I could only echo the uncounted phone calls my mother received: Are there to be more? We just have to have another one, and my neighbor/sister/boyfriend/mailman/hairdresser/cleaning lady wants one too..... when is the next litter due??? Next litter? Hmmm... next litter.... weeeeeelllllll, lets see... and so Deliberation was short. The rest is History. We learned that it is not accepted practice to breed between races (although we still get emails from people going on and on about the character and beauty of our kittens from that first litter). Many families keep coming back for seconds, and sometimes thirds. I myself was absolutely BLOWN away by the sweet and attentive disposition of my own 'oops', that kitten I kept and named Nikita. And so the hunt for more coonies began. We have found coonies who are not only beautiful, but have the same fabulous spirit our Nick portrayed, AND they are normal sized (the original USA bred races of tall, healthy cats). Still big for a cat, but not the big'uns of 30 lbs or more you will sometimes find in the newer show lines. Our breeding couple continues in spirit what the first 'SILKIES' represented, still raised to be extremely attentive, cuddly kittens who will stick to your side for the rest of their lives. |
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Final Outcome They come when they are called, because they WANT to be with you, they mrrow and purr a lot, and there is not one mean hair on these bodies unless you push too far (they can defend themselves if the need arrives, but it takes a LOT to get them there, which makes them perfect companions for children). And what a body it is. They have a relatively sturdy frame, slinky and athletic, with the most gorgeous long, silky coat you have ever touched. They make the perfect mate for us gotta-work folks. Brush them once a week with a poodle brush (ask me to show you, normal cat brushes and/or combs do NOT do the job), and you have a cat that shines as if you'd groomed it for hours each day. Of course, since grooming is considered extra loving attention, you may also do that every day until your arm falls off. No objections there from the kitty, provided you start early and playful with say, a soft baby brush, and not when they are one year old and NEED it :) |
On their way It is always the cat choosing the new family, although we try to make suggestions. They have temperaments just like we do, and some are quiet little angels, some are timid and sensitive at first, and there's the occasional hell raiser amongst the toms. Most are all cuddles, some want to play and roughhouse, some just climb on top of you and go to sleep. We just need to get to know you a little before you may have one of our babies. You are encouraged to bring your whole family (minus the dog) and a few hours of time, children of all ages provided they do understand -and obey- 'please remain seated'. (If you don't think they will, either leave them at home or be prepared to have me MAKE them - I sometimes found that under 4 years, with rare exceptions, you might want to consider a dog instead. Something big that doesn't choke so easy). The kits consider being chased a threat, and instinct dictates they run and hide. And they won't be back out for more until the offender is gone, so your trip would be wasted. However, place kid and kit into the same sleeping arrangement later at night, and you'll find them happily bonded by morning. Sometimes it takes a while for a kitty to choose, although it is my experience that it is usually a matter of minutes. You sit down on the floor, and the one that attaches itself to your stockinged leg, or gets hopelessly tangled in your bootlaces is the one that goes home with you. Don't think for one minute that you have a say in the matter :) Wanna bet? Dozens of hopefuls came for the silver girl and left with the blue boy. |
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