Burmillas as Pets - article by Mr. & Mrs. A. N. Miller |
| At first there was one |
| It is hard to believe that originally I had to talk my
wife into considering to become a cat owner. Having seen a Silver tipped
Burmilla on a popular TV show, she at least agreed to accompagny me on a
trip near Windsor, home of a well known breeder of Burmese and Burmillas.
It was love at first sight but we were a bit set back when
we found it was not just a matter of give us your money and here is
your cat! There was a long waiting list back in 1996 - 1997, I believe
we were number 30 amongst prospective buyers and we spent a lot of time
hoping that some would pull out. Luck had it that A: we almost immediately stuck a friendship with the breeders and B: Some time later "Bonnie" was considered a bit too small for breeding and would, after desexing, be available as a pet. It was the first cat that already had a name as we acquired her and she soon settled in, typically not eating some of the food on the list carefylly prepared and supplied to us, the first signs of her totally independent nature. We were to learn later, after we became owners of number two and three, that just like children, every one had their own characteristics (for should this be CAT a ristics?) personalities, likes and dislikes. |
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| First of all, although she follows me
with every step I take around the house, she is no lap-cat, except in cold
weather when practically everyone seated near the fireside can have her on
their lap for hours on end. Curiosity although a trademark of all felines,
is not the correct description of Bonnie, it is better described as
curiosity-plus. Whether I am constructing a scratch pole, place an empty
box on the floor, make a chocolate drink at 2 a.m., she must inspect it,
jump on or in it, or have at least a sniff or two. I am almost ashamed to
tell you that I had to chase her out of the bathroom when I caught her
standing on two legs and staring down the "receptacle" to see what I had
done and / or where it went to. Not one of our three cats have a mean bone in their bodies, even when we play with them and when some cats "forget" it is play and will have their claws out to catch the toy mouse that you dangle in front of them, the only time she accidentally (slightly) hurt me is when I brought her in from outside and she "pushed herself off" in order to get inside the house first, thus a kind of anxiety reaction when her nails automatically came out to strengthen her grip.
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