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We, that are:
My husband Georg, my son René and me (Marion).
We live in a small village in Schleswig-Holstein, the most northern province of
Germany.
Bendfeld in the Probstei is located near to the Baltic Sea in approx. 20 km distance
from Kiel,
the capitel town of the province Schleswig-Holstein, perhaps known by the Kiel-Canal.
( Open Street Map / Google Maps
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Our cats are totally integrated in the family life.
They always have the opportunity to enter our 'escape-proof' garden via a cat flap.
This offering is frequently used - some of them are really successful in hunting
mice.
They also have the opportunity to enter the garden shed, via a cat flap too.
Sometimes they use it as a voluntary exile.
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It started in all innocence:
Via an animal shelter I got my first Birman.
"Chanarai´s Blue ami" - aka "Raja" - was 9 years old at that time. We had
a nice time together.
But at 18 years I had to put her to sleep - I never wanted any cat again!
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This intention lasted 2 weeks ...
Something was missing without an animal housemate, so another cat was a must!
But no Birman - they look all so similar and would always remember me at my first,
who was gone.
So we drove around and have seen amazing kittens:
Maine Coon, Chartreux und other wonderful races - but anyhow ... it was not the
real thing!
As a last chance we visited a Birman catery:
I came into the house, Birmans everywhere, none of them fleed from me, they just
stayed as they where - this was the right place!
Napoleon and Laszlo entered our house the same day.
We never regretted ...
It proved true once more again:
Once Birmans - always Birmans
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