We don't want to bore everyone with the story how we became cat breeders, there's no difference between the stories of other breeders and ours. What should we tell you about us that you don't already find on other pages? How about with a little story? For example with this one:


When moving into our new house we had already rich experiences in distribution of living space. We made our first experiences immediately after our wedding, when we resided for some years in a windowless room of 9 m2 and - because it was quite snugly - right away "ordered" two children. After that the government and its helpful souls got worried regarding the best development of its future taxpayers and made us happy with a beautiful 3-piece-flat: 57 m2 of echoing emptiness. Wow! One room even with a huge bay window! Another room with two windows! The others with one each. What an abundance of light! What an excessive waste of space!

Since now we had plenty of space, so we tried to fill with something else and started right away with another child. Then we tried the zoology for a change. Our first animal occupant was a badger. You're right: a B-A-D-G-E-R. Badgers are nocternal animals, so he didn't live with us for long. Since we're convinced - in spite of three children - to have to much space (actually we snuggled four in number for years in 9 m2 and all went well) followed in a colourful order: a Poodle, estimated one hundred tropic fishes in two tanks, three Hamsters, three Budgies, a Hunter-mix, a Persian, two rabbits and finally - Maine Coons. At this point our children have had already their own sphere of activity and life, so we had to fill still more space. You know this little X-mas song "…first lighten two, then three, then four (candles)" …? Yeah….

If you consider that there was a herd of 12 Maine Coon cats with all their equipment, at some times growing to a herd of 20 to 25 four legged companions, living beside my husband and me in an apartment crammed full of furniture and equipment over 32 years - you may imagine how the landlord would have reacted if this "population explosion" had come to his ears. Luckily our occupants behaved very well, so we had no fear for being removed. But it was very nerve wracking to teach the "surplus" of the day that neighbours have usually very sensitive ears, much more sensitive noses and razor-sharp investigating brains. We weren't surprised when neighbours asked us about our yesterday evening party or felt sorry about our sleepless night, because we fell out of the bed again. One neighbour told me that she also sometimes broke her porcelain but no problem, as one has to renew his china from time to time - but so often….? One day the neighbour from the appartment downstairs told me she's going to ask the landlord for the pest controller because we have rats in the house, oh yes..., every night she hears that soft scratching in the wall and the pattering of little paws. Now the die was cast : if we love our herd we had to move!

dinner at the kitchenWe scraped together all our valuables, sold up, and went in search of a suitable house. No more thinking about last-nights-parties, fall out of bed, crashing china, or rats in the wall!

Looking for the "right" house gave me an unintentional slimming diet, of course not a disadvantage. But since we found "our" house we're facing a new problem: the house has 110 m2 (1185 sq feet) AND a dependance of 35 m2 (377 sq feet) - Now how to fill that….?