Breeding only Blue self, and occasionally  Blue and White Bicolour British Shorthairs

 

I started with my first Siamese at the age of twelve with a lilac point female kitten who was the most adorable pet, named Albert in a futile attempt to fool my dad that she was a male.  Albert had one litter of kittens to a local Romeo and was then neutered. She quite contentedly suffered the indignities of being pushed around in a dolls pram, dressed in dolly frilly dresses, she was one cat in a million. When I got married and left home of course she came with me and was an integral part of our family until she died aged sixteen years old.

1983 - By this time our children were more of an age to be responsible for shutting doors  in consideration of  escapee's and we bought two  Siamese kittens with the intention of entering a cat show and we were hooked.

1995  - Having been involved with Siamese for most of my life,  it came as a shock many  years go now when my mother  bought a British Shorthair  kitten just because she liked him. He was a lovely red spotty, called imaginatively  Red, my mum and dad had a narrow boat and Red went with them as the official ' ships' cat ' on their many travels becoming quite a character among the folk who leisurely shared the waterways.

Sadly only a year or so later when Red tragically died in a road accident my mum asked me to take her to see a  British kitten and I fell in love myself there and then with a silver tabby, this was 1997 and well before the Bacardi advert that brought the Tabbies and Spotties to the heights of popularity.

I loved our Kitty  because she was just a plain but beautiful cat and the exact opposite with her huge feet and thick legs to the dainty elegance of the Siamese we were used to.

Of course Kitty, led to Chelz and the British  section of the shows and we were hooked on these magnificent cats.

So much so that our love of the British led to Christine becoming the Vice Chairman of the British Shorthair Cat club for several years, creating the web site for the Club, Membership Secretary, in addition running the rescue and welfare.  Time passes and in the end the commitment to the Club became a huge part of our lives and necessity forced Christine to reluctantly retire from these obligations although we still have strong links with the British Shorthair Cat Club

2010 update

Despite my hankering after one for years John has now finally fallen for the charms of the Devon Rex thanks to a certain red point Devon Rex baby at a cat show in April this year.  Whilst driving home and talking about this particular kitten who is called 'chutney'  John said we should  look for a special rex kitten however the more we learned about the breed the more convinced we were to have two and our cat world has opened a whole new aspect of another cat personality.