Ywette, March 2007
Today is Ywette's 10th birtday. She's our grand old lady, our number one cat who rules with iron paws and decides what's ok and what's not. She came into our lives on September 11, 2001, which gives me at least one happy memory of that terrible day.
Ywette, five months old
She wasn't this tiny when we got her - she was already four years old, but she wasn't happy with her old home. Or more exactly, another cat in that household was very unhappy, with Ywette's constant bullying. So, her owners - our very dear friends Helmy and Bernt - decided that for everyone's sake, Ywette should move. To us. And we are ever so grateful.
Ywette with our "C-litter", in December 2001
Ywette and Hamlet fell in love, and had their first litter of pretty babies right on Christmas Day, 2001. And we've been lucky enough to have four litters after Ywette, all very easy and uncomplicated. She's neutered now, and has relaxed a bit with the runnings of the household. She loves finding a sunny spot and rolling happily in it, and she really enjoys our big outdoor cage. So much does she enjoy the great outdoors that she jumped to the top of the fence the other day, forcing us to add a great deal of netting - we really don't want to lose any of our cats.
Preferrably never. So stay healthy, please! And happy birthday sweetie!
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