Everything about him has been told, that he is so insensible to pain to the point of bearing surgery without anesthesia, that he has a magnificent coat which never gets tangled, that he becomes in arms as floppy as a pillow,
may this site which is dedicated to him help you untangle truth from false, myth from real.
and may you forgive me if my English is not as clear and clean as William Shakespeare's .
As far as I remember of cats I remember of cruel deep scratches, as the one month old wild kitten I could get out of a litter of the wild farm cats which scrawled around my parent's farm was but a ball of stretched out claws. No matter, I loved cats and it was worth the pain. Ever since my house has been filled with cats, most of them moggies out of feral mothers. Splash has a norvegian forest father and an ill mooded mother.
Discovering the Ragdoll, in a magazine then on internet was a revelation. As I inquired to get one of these marvels, I found out how scarce this breed was in France, and I decided in my modest way to contribute to the promotion of this extraordinary breed.
After a long quest, a lot of time and patience, polite refusals, scornful answers or silences, Benino and Shaya landed at Roissy Charles de Gaulle airport in a sad winter afternoon of 2004. Thank you Dave and Georgann for sending us those marvels!
Amid the dreary greyness of the muddy construction sites of the airport, two balls of sun started to rub themselves against the grids of their kennel and to purr like locomotives, melting the hostesses of Air France Cargo' heart.
Our hearts melted as well in the process, Shaya the shy prematurely left us to cross the rainbow bridge, Benenou is enjoying his retirement in sunny St Raph', today the cattery is reaching a mature point, foundation cats are ready to leave the new generation hold the torch.
We live in a small satellite village of Aix-en-Provence. We share it with Splash the moody moggy and our sweet tinytonks.
to be contd