Cat Tales, Cat Tales, Cat Tales
Where does one start to tell one of their delightful tales about
their favorite feline? This cat tale began when I was a child
at the age of three, I owned a large black Persian named Bo. As
an only child at that time, we went and did everything together.
He was even allowed to sleep with me. Life was grand with Bo,
as my best friend. One day as we were exploring, Bo jumped off
the porch and so did I. Bo was fine, but I needed stitches in
my forehead. When our doctor saw me and heard the story he shouted,
“Marked for life”. I guess that there must have been
some truth in the statement because I have admired and enjoyed
them all of my life.
People
always want to know how this hobby began. Well, I was replacing
a cat of 19 years of age when I meet a nice breeder, Jeri Daubler.
She only had one little red classic tabby male that was two
weeks old. It was love at first sight. Later on I learned that
other people had been to see her, but only wanted black or white
to show. I on the other hand, only wanted a kitten to love and
spoil rotten. I came back to pick him up when he was 12 weeks
of age. I did everything that she told me so he would continue
down a healthy road. This story could get lengthy but to wrap
it up quickly; he became a one show grand in the hands of a
novice, GCH NEPHTHYS KARNAK’S FIRECRACKER.
Contact me anytime at:
256-773-4077 Day time
256-462-3455 Night time
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