Errol, born 26th April 2000 |
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Breed 29 - Havana |
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I was getting the yen for another kitten, possible because Cathy's cat had six healthy lively babies (she has since had another litter of eight!). I also happened to see a most handsome Havana (Siamese-shape cat in chocolate with green eyes) at a show, and started looking for a male Havana kitten with show potential. I ended up getting Errol, otherwise known as Premier Snapy Wildthing, in late July 2000. Here is yet another pedigree!
The only way to describe Errol is as hyperactive. I only managed to take photos of him asleep as he is running around to fast the rest of the time. However, I took him to the Notts and Derby show, and Alan Robinson managed to get him to pose beautifully, and took this photo. At the moment he has trouble understanding that the other cats don't always want to play when he does, but he has some wonderful chasing games with Billy. They seem to be becoming good friends, though Errol often want to play when Billy thinks it's time to sleep!
Errol has had a patchy show career, being first in his Open class a number of times but being withheld the certificate. He has also missed a couple of shows he was entered for due to missing fur following fights! However he is a cat that usually loves being shown, especially if he gets to meet lots of people for whom he usually purrs away. He has now his three Precmier Certificates, from Mrs Biggie (Lancashire, 2001), Mr Hansson (Northern Counties, 2001) and Mrs Higgings (Lincolnshire 2002). He has also got some excellent side-class results, usually in mixed classes of Foreigns and Orientals with a Foreign judge! Here are his show results, starting with the most recent. While he continues to enjoy being shown I will carry on showing him.
Here is Errol with his 2001 Notts & Derby BoB Rosette, again taken by Alan Robinson. However he doesn't always look so elegent or snooty..... I have been told that the visible fangs are part of his Shermese heritage.
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When I joined the Breed club I got a leaflet about 'your new kitten'. I showed it to Errol and this is what he said:
- "When you get home restrict new experiences for a few days"
- Why? Is it too much for the rest of them? Adventure is the spice of life!
- "If you have other dogs or cats..."
- Why is the Hissy Brown One hiding on top of the wardrobe?
Still, I think I'll be careful of the Big Red One for the time being.
The Black & White one and the Strange Pale One are very nice to sleep with.
- "Have ready a cosy warm box in a quiet place..."
- My bed is upstairs. You should see it - it's massive! Wicked! And there's a lovely drawer underneath it full of bits of wool for when I want a change. But for some reason *she* seems to think it's her bed as well. So do some of the others. Still, *she* keeps me warm at night. But why does *she* object to me warming my feet on her?
- "Not too much handling initially"
- Like I said, what's wrong with the rest of them? Why don't they like me handling them?
- "Provide a clean litter tray"
- Spoilsports. It's much more fun throwing *big bits* around than clean litter.
- "Your kitten must be kept in the house for around 2 to 3 weeks"
- If I look at this door hard enough and cry lots it might just
open....
- "Do not leave your kitten on it's own"
- You mean I've got to stay with those boring old f*rts? They've no sense of adventure. I went to Bradford on one of my first trips out - it was ACE! They made a big fuss of me, fed me all sorts of interesting things and took me to a V.E.T. who performed some painless kind of magic (which didn't work) with a black paddle-like thing. But why did *she* fetch me home and then *cry* all over me? Humans are so odd!
- "The breeder should provide you with diet details..."
- Now this is really simple, stupid!
- what's mine is mine
- what's theirs is mine
- what's yours is mine
- anything in exciting wrapping is mine
- anything which looks or smells like it might have been alive once is mine
- crusty bread is mine
- "Always make sure there is a bowl of fresh, clean water available."
- It tastes much better out of the plug hole in the bathroom sink
so long as the Strange Pale One isn't using it as a urinal. Has he no manners? (clearly not!)
- "Fleas"
- Yuck! *She* grabbed me and sprayed me all over with this horrid stuff which smelt strange. Still, none of us have fleas so maybe it works.... (it certainly does)
- "Choose a vet that has some specialisation in feline medicine and surgery..."
- After all it's so sad to see their little faces when their blood
is on the table... Still, the one who put that thing into the scruff
of my neck thought I was very cute. In fact they all did. I'm sure I'm a star in the making! (actually the Strange Pale One is the specialist in letting vet's blood)
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Dramatis Personae: |
- Brown Hissy One - Janice (Vervain Lahana, Brown Smoke Asian)
- Strange Pale One - Billy (Vervain Stargazer, Caramel Self Asian)
- Big Red One - Rufus, Red Spotted Tabby HP, a rescue
- Black & White One - George, Black and White HP, born in the front room!
- *She* - my chief slave and litter tray cleaner
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