Mr. Trouble,- aka-Meow,Meow

Well, here we are....The last of the bunch! This is Mr. Trouble, aka "Meow-Meow". Trouble is 5 years old now.We've had him since he was about 2 months old. Trouble is a Himalayan Persian and TOTALLY true meaning of ZEN. Trouble was a Christmas Gift gift for my partner. He was born upstate New York in the Catskills. The lady who bred these wonderful cats could not sell him because he was "so much trouble", nobody would take him, not even to breed. We adopted him and his sister named "Fancy Free" because she had a breathing problem that could have been operated on and eventually fix the problem. A breeder does this to make money and Fancy Free was going to be "put down" because of her breathing problem. We decided to take the two, mostly to save Fancy Free. A week before her operation, Fancy Free died due to breathing failure. But, as sad as it is, we gave her 1 more month of life and "nature decided how she would die", and not by choice of a person.

Back to Trouble: Trouble eats and sleeps and goes for his morning walk with Caramel and Piccola on the beach. He loves the water and has no problem laying in a puddle. He loves the sand as well as the ocean. When Trouble was small, in the middle of the night, (while we were sleeping), he would bang and knock on the cupboards until they would open, climb in and knock everything onto the floor; cans, bottles, pots, pans and they would roll across the tiled floor etc. you get the idea! Other nights, Trouble would walk across the piano keyboard and the tune wasn't that of Elton John or John Lennon..., you get the idea again; hence the name Trouble. Trouble is so laid back, his meow is even delayed. His mouth opens, and about 5 seconds later, a meow finally manages to find it's way out. He's a love and extemely loyal. He's the only animal we've bought and he's the one that is the most Zen. These cats, coming from the Himalayas where peace is the way of life, they really follow that phylosophy!

Dale, aka-"Dalee"

So, this is Dale, aka-Dalee. She is Chip's sister and more in need than him. She cries about everything....(not all of the time, just when she wants something). She adore Caramel more than anything else. He senses here needs, I think because he always accomodates her between his paws or in between his stomach. Dale is a good cat and always need to touch or be close to one of us. Her and her brother are with us for 1 1/2 years now and doing well.

Chip -aka: "Chippidy Do"

This is Chip, aka "Chippidy Do." Chip is the brother of Dale, (Chip and Dale-an American cartoon of 2 little chip monks). I'll introduce her later. Chip and Dale were about 4 weeks old when they were abandoned at the restaurant. They weren't born there, just abandoned long before the nurturing between kitten and mother should take place. They are now about 1 1/2 years old and doing well. Chip and Dale are independant, but they crave attention, possibly due to the need for the touch that they lost as kittens being separated too soon. Both he and his sister cry for attention once in a while or possibly it is their way of letting us know that they need to be held. They have great personalities and both love and adore Caramel and always need to be near him when he is resting. He basically became thier "surrogate mommy". They lay between his front paws as well as nestle in the middle of his belly when he is trying to sleep. Chip also likes his walk on the beach early in the morning when I take Caramel and Piccola for thei rmorning run on the beach before the sun comes up.

Our Little Balloon

This is Skidders. She's our Balloon! (small head and big body) She was born about 7 years ago, when we owned another business. She was a kitten when we gave her away to a friend, a few times, but she was too "skiddish" and "wild" for our friend. Eventually, she was given back to us and nobody else would take her. Well, here she is, still with us. Skidder's a kind cat, very independent, eats (hence the nickname, "our balloon" and sleeps, and that's about it. She plays once in a while with the others, but, she likes her time by herself.

I forgot to mention; we have 5 cats, and another one of momma cats' kittens will come home this weekend to make 6 cats in total and 2 dogs. I'll introduce the rest of the family as time goes by.

Each of the cats have their own special personality, and not one duplicates the other. They all get along and respect each other's space.

Tahoua, a very special and smart cat......

Well, I'll start introducing the "family". Tahoua is a special animal. Tahoua was born at the restaurant by a cat we call "momma cat". Her mom has very little hair and believed to be born in the wild. She lives at the restaurant and has given birth twice since being there. (too untustworthy to catch for spaying), She gives birth every year and a half.

Tahoua, born almost 2 years ago in September and has become a full time member of our household.

A brief history of Tahoua: Tahoua's name comes from a small city in the Sahara Desert area in the Republic of Niger in Africa. She's a Calico Cat and you can see from the picture, her markings are Superb! One night when the restaurant was closed, we forgot the bottle of J&B at the restaurant so that we could have a few drinks at home. I went to the restaurant and upon arrival in the dark, I heard momma cat crying, and in the shadows I could see her staring at the curtain on the gazebeo. I turned the lights on to find Tahoua, (no name at the time, and still very small), hanging in the curtain strangling. She apparently was playing, got tangled and couldn't get out and the curtain ended up around her neck. I rushed to the bar, grabbed a knife, went back to her and momma cat and cut her free. She was gasping for air, breathing hard and could hardly walk. Momma cat took her below the bushes and I allowed nature to take over. The next day she was fine, back to playing with her mom. I was able to touch her from that day on as well as her mom which I could couldn't touch for 2 years. Tahoua came home within 2 weeks after the incident and became my buddy. She comes on call, listens to commands, sits on the railing looking out at the sea watching me on the beach, while I walk the dogs for their morning run, as well as, "Trouble, another cat who also loves the morning walks on the beach. She now weighs 15 pounds and, I think, still growing. I've learned alot about cats through Tahoua. I always say "there's a reason for everything", and in this case a forgotten bottle of J&B saved the life of this wonderful animal. She really is my buddy!