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Rommie purveying the world outside: atop
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Koshka Silver Romenov aka Rommie, arrived
into my life not long after I'd lost my beautiful Titch, my
second Russian, who was with me for almost seven years. Feeling
a lump on Titch's side, I took him to our vet, who after examination,
telephoned with the tragic news that Titch had inoperable cancer.
Animal lovers will empathise I'm sure, losing my beautiful boy
was a death in the family. Though inconsolable at the time,
I knew I had to get another Russian, and rang several breeders.
Fortunately I was given Glynne Milburn's name and phone number,
and rang her immediately.
Alison and I went to the Koshka Cattery to meet Glynne, and
several of her beautiful Blue's and Cornish Rex's. Amongst the
Blue's was a delightful but slightly shy chap who very much
resembled my Titch. As luck would have it, Glynne was looking
for a home for Rommie at the time and, as it's said, the rest
is history.
Our family now consists of Ella, the dachshund, Sadie the totally
delightful tortie, and of course the magnificent Rommie, who
I'm certain, understood the sadness I was overcoming, and became
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As an aside, Rom has an untaught nightly ritual. At bedtime
he jumps onto the bed to have a cuddle that can last from 10
to 15 minutes. Then with a quick lick of my hair he's off to
his spot in the livingroom. |
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In
his new home: by the front door |
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Cuddling up with Arnold the
whippet, they were great mates. Unfortunately Arnold is no longer
with us, he's now extremely happy in a household of several
dogs. |
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Ella the dachshund, and Rommie, sharing
a moment together. Rommie adores Ella,
rubbing against her at
every opportunity. Sometimes Ella doesn't find this affection
necessary and curls her lips back with, "back off Russian,
or I'll nip you. |
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Sadie and Rommie,
doing what comes naturally, resting. We got Sadie from a
shelter when Titch left us. She's an absolute delight, even if
she doesn't have a royal Russian pedigree, and they're
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Sadie and Rommie, doing what
comes naturally, resting. We got Sadie from a shelter when
Titch left us. She's an absolute delight, even if she doesn't
have a royal Russian pedigree, and they're marvellously |
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Where else does
one lie on a cold winters night, may we ask? |
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Living in the Dandenong Ranges,
about 50 km from Melbourne, Victoria, where birds and small animals abound,
we decided not to allow the natural instincts of our cats to hunt
and kill. Natural it is, no matter how well fed and cared for. Consequently
we've been complimented by our neighbours for having an enclosure
built adjoining the house that they can enter anytime to enjoy the
earth and sunlight.
This restriction hasn't in any way effected their well being, in fact
it's improved it. We are not rushing off to the vet regularly for costly
repairs from post cat-fights over territory. A restrained or inside cat
is a happy, healthy and safe cat.
Also, sharing lives with animal friends brings a sense of responsibility.
I'd find it difficult to live devoid of their companionship, also
their unquestioned and unqualified love.
The
Russian Blue is a very special breed, I couldn't imagine
life without one.
Thank you Glynne, for our Rommie.
Jerry Hughes |
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