No mating plans - no more kittens
Almost twenty years ago our daughter cut from some magazine or other a photo of a cat which had until then been unknown to me. The cat in the picture was like a small lion with dense and rich long hair around the neck and a white ‘bib’ underneath. We both liked it and our daughter pinned the photo above her writing desk to be able to look at it all the time. Our wish was to have a cat like that. Few years passed and we saw a picture in the supplement of a daily paper. We compared this picture to the other one from some years ago and they were alike. We learnt what kind of cat was on the photo and we started to look for it. We were lucky and were able to buy our very first Norwegian Forest cat. She was the same colour as the one from the picture - blue tabby blotched with white. She was our daughter’s cat, her darling, with the most beautiful green eyes I have had ever seen. Our Henny, Freddie, as we called her. She is gone now after living with us for almost 14 years. We still have her daughter Saba. When we decided to buy another cat there was no dilemma which kind it was going to be – Norwegian Forest cat, Naturally.
Vida A. Mohorcic Spolar |
Pred približno dvajsetimi leti, je naša hči iz neke revije izrezala sliko mačke, ki je še nisem poznala. Mačka na sliki je bila kot mali levček, z gosto in bujno dolgo dlako okoli vratu in trikotnim belim 'slinčkom' pod njim. Obema je bila všeč in hči si je njeno sliko prilepila v njeno sobo nad pisalno mizo, da jo je imela vseskozi pred očmi. Rekli sva si, tako mačko bi pa imeli. Minili sta leti ali dve in v prilogi dnevnega časopisa sva zagledali sliko. Primerjali sva izrezek izpred dveh let in sliko v prilogi - mački sta bili enaki. Tako sva izvedeli za pasmo vrsta mačke na sliki in začeli sva jo iskati. Imeli sva srečo in sva lahko kupili našo prvo Norveško gozdno mačko. Bila je istih barv kot tista na sliki, ki jo je hči izrezala iz revije – blue tabby blotched white. Bila je mačka naše hčere, njena ljubica, z najlepšimi zelenimi očmi, ki sem jih kdajkoli videla. Naša Henny, naša Freddie, kot smo jo klicali. Ni je več. Skoraj štirinajst let je bila z nami. Še vedno imamo njeno hčer Sabo. Ko smo se odločili, da poiščemo še eno, ni bilo nobene dileme katere pasme bo– Norveška gozdna mačka. Normalno.
Vida A. Mohorčič Špolar |