Harski Ocicats - extraordinary cats for extraordinary people
25.5.09
22.5.09
Beauty and the beast
A little taste of the show we went to last weekend.
Ocicats and children play well together:)
We have one kitten still looking for the "right" home. :)
Ocicats and children play well together:)
We have one kitten still looking for the "right" home. :)
8.5.09
Nap time
Sophia Rose is resting in Meke's embrace after a busy day:)
She is still looking for the right home.
She is still looking for the right home.
Harski on yoga class
This Wednesday Harski joined me on my regular yoga class. He was meditating on the window scene while we were exercising.
I am grateful to the group and instructor for accepting him so well.
It seems that yoga is in the genes...
I am grateful to the group and instructor for accepting him so well.
It seems that yoga is in the genes...
The nest is almost empty- only Sophia Rose is still looking for the right ones
There have been many changes in our Rose garden, Fuzzy and Ilmari have moved out to their new parents 10 days ago, it took me that long to be able to write it down as a fact.
Things are more quiet now, Ulla is more and more the Empress of the house, and less mother, and Harski is almost back in center of the attention.
Sophia Rose knows how to put herself in spotlight..she is the clown, the gremlin the lovely little lady and the most cuddly spot I have ever seen, all packed in one.
She is very special to us, maybe that is why we still did not decide on the right home for her..so she is still looking for her new "parents".
Things are more quiet now, Ulla is more and more the Empress of the house, and less mother, and Harski is almost back in center of the attention.
Sophia Rose knows how to put herself in spotlight..she is the clown, the gremlin the lovely little lady and the most cuddly spot I have ever seen, all packed in one.
She is very special to us, maybe that is why we still did not decide on the right home for her..so she is still looking for her new "parents".
24.4.09
The Nightingale and the Roses
It is slowly time for Roses to move out to their new homes and start their new lives.
Ilmari and Fuzzy are the first ones leaving, they are moving out on monday. I am really happy with the parents they have chosen for themselves, we are not losing two Roses, but extending our family for two more membes. I know they will have dream lives, and Ilmari will be protected as the most gentle of all the Roses in a way he deserves to be. They are really loved.
I would let their new parents have them, even if we had a room to keep them, they are a perfect match, their hearts are as warm and their temper as gentle, just as my Roses'.
Why is it so hard to think of saying goodbye then?
It is not just me, Roses are feeling that it is almost the time too.
Fuzzy is my shadow, and Ilmari wants to be carried on the hands all the time, he cries to be lifted or tries to climb by my trousers. He makes biscuits with his paws and digs his head deep in my hands, presses his little nose on me, like he wants to be a baby a bit longer and make a mental print of my touch and my scent for the future use.
On the way home from hospital today I have stopped to buy chickens, today I will make the huge amounts of food for the last time...I will miss dragging home huge amounts of meat, grinding, even scooping the toilets million times a day...I will miss their little paws waking me up in the middle of the night as they want to be cuddled, or they cannot find Ulla and there is an emergency need for milky bar, or their food bowl is empty and they crave a midnight snack...
The house will be all empty without the little Zen master and the Sweetheart boy ( he actually has a heart shape print on his head, thank you Lena for noticing )
Why is it so hard to let go...when we know it is for the best?
I feel like a little Nightingale from the Oscar Wilde's fairy tale...just in this case Roses will end up pampered...and that is what makes me smile through my tears.
O.Wilde's The Nightingale and the Rose http://www.literaturecollection.com/a/wilde/330/ ( it has been long into my adult life since I have gathered the strenght to actually read it, I have always concidered it too sad and heartbraking )
Ilmari and Fuzzy are the first ones leaving, they are moving out on monday. I am really happy with the parents they have chosen for themselves, we are not losing two Roses, but extending our family for two more membes. I know they will have dream lives, and Ilmari will be protected as the most gentle of all the Roses in a way he deserves to be. They are really loved.
I would let their new parents have them, even if we had a room to keep them, they are a perfect match, their hearts are as warm and their temper as gentle, just as my Roses'.
Why is it so hard to think of saying goodbye then?
It is not just me, Roses are feeling that it is almost the time too.
Fuzzy is my shadow, and Ilmari wants to be carried on the hands all the time, he cries to be lifted or tries to climb by my trousers. He makes biscuits with his paws and digs his head deep in my hands, presses his little nose on me, like he wants to be a baby a bit longer and make a mental print of my touch and my scent for the future use.
On the way home from hospital today I have stopped to buy chickens, today I will make the huge amounts of food for the last time...I will miss dragging home huge amounts of meat, grinding, even scooping the toilets million times a day...I will miss their little paws waking me up in the middle of the night as they want to be cuddled, or they cannot find Ulla and there is an emergency need for milky bar, or their food bowl is empty and they crave a midnight snack...
The house will be all empty without the little Zen master and the Sweetheart boy ( he actually has a heart shape print on his head, thank you Lena for noticing )
Why is it so hard to let go...when we know it is for the best?
I feel like a little Nightingale from the Oscar Wilde's fairy tale...just in this case Roses will end up pampered...and that is what makes me smile through my tears.
O.Wilde's The Nightingale and the Rose http://www.literaturecollection.com/a/wilde/330/ ( it has been long into my adult life since I have gathered the strenght to actually read it, I have always concidered it too sad and heartbraking )
17.4.09
Ilmari, the sweet boy
I am in love with this sweet boy with golden heart from the very beginning, I did not even try to hide it.
He is the only one whose future I have been worried about, as he is so gentle and sweet, I honestly doubt he will ever be capable of taking a good care of himself.
I am so happy with the parents he has chosen for himself, as I know now that he will even not have to...he will be protected and his every wish will be read like it has been in our home.
Girls are...a totally diferent story, they know what they want, and they have a way of showing it :)
Ilmari is...a sweet mum's boy, he is incredibely big for his age, but in his big heart he is still a little boy...as you can see from the photo. ( he is 3 moths old!)
While girls are busy playing he prefers to stay close to Ulla and milky bar.
He is the only one whose future I have been worried about, as he is so gentle and sweet, I honestly doubt he will ever be capable of taking a good care of himself.
I am so happy with the parents he has chosen for himself, as I know now that he will even not have to...he will be protected and his every wish will be read like it has been in our home.
Girls are...a totally diferent story, they know what they want, and they have a way of showing it :)
Ilmari is...a sweet mum's boy, he is incredibely big for his age, but in his big heart he is still a little boy...as you can see from the photo. ( he is 3 moths old!)
While girls are busy playing he prefers to stay close to Ulla and milky bar.
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