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Оглавление- by Jasmine Kinnear
Four little Persians, but only one looked in my direction. I extended a tentative finger and two soft paws clung to it. There was a contented sound of purring, I suspect on both our parts. - George Freedley
During my years of breeding and feline consulting I have met literally hundreds, if not thousands of people. From those purchasing my kitten books to others who have passed through my cattery, they all share one objective: to locate their own Feline Soul Mate.
It remains a mystery why one kitten will be selected over another. As a breeder I’ve witnessed several cases of love at first sight for both the kitten and their buyer. Although it may appear a simple matter of chance coupled with good timing, I believe there is Universal intervention involved. While selling litters I’ve always been able to identify the difference between those seeking their Feline Soul Mate from another only desiring the presence of a kitten in their home.
I have seen buyers overwhelmed when attempting to select their ideal kitten in a room full of identically coloured babies. Some buyers are so totally focused on a single colour or sex that they totally neglect to consider the kitten’s personality.
I must confess though that this is precisely how I chose my own Feline Soul Mate, my precious Himalayan Caterina. I was totally focused on buying a Seal Point female and in all honesty, it wasn’t love at first sight for either of us. However within several hours of her presence in my home, I quickly realized how blessed I had been. She was the last kitten available, the only female and the only Seal Point Himalayan mature enough to leave her cattery. In retrospect it was Universal intervention that she became my cat and throughout her life we shared a profound emotional connection.
It is always a delight to meet former buyers many years later in chance encounters. However they usually recognize me, as I wasn’t blessed with a good memory for recalling either people’s names or faces. Strangely enough though, I rarely forget my many purebred kittens, and in chance encounters I’m able to quickly recall the names given to them by their new owners.
Such an unexpected meeting occurred some months ago while I was making a deposit at the bank. I had just bought a large bag of cat food and placed it on the counter while I was speaking to the young woman serving me. She mentioned that she loved cats too and we shared a few words of feline fancy.
“What kind of cat do you have?” I asked.
“A Himalayan male,” she replied.
As with any true breeder, I inquired from which cattery she’d purchased her kitten. I was interested as I had once specialized in Himalayans in my own breeding program.
She couldn’t recall the name of the cattery where she’d made the purchase however she mentioned the breeder lived in my area of the city.
“I just love him,” she gushed. “Honestly, I’ve never owned such a special cat before. It’s rather an unusual story because he was the one who really picked me.”
She smiled fondly reflecting on the moment before continuing, “The breeder had a younger litter of Blue Persians and several older Himalayan babies that were also available. I was a little overwhelmed because there were kittens everywhere and I couldn’t make a decision on which one was right for me. The breeder told me to take my time and come back in a few days which I thought was rather considerate. I decided that she was probably right and reached for my purse to leave. And there, tucked inside, was this adorable kitten sound asleep. I thought it must be fate and that he had to be the right one; truthfully I’ve never regretted my decision.”
Gina’s kitten, Sebastian
I stared at her in disbelief. Although I didn’t recognize her, she had purchased that kitten from me over ten years before. I then provided her with the names of his mother and father including the name she had given her kitten. I remembered her shear delight in discovering Sebastian sleeping in her purse which had been left open in the viewing room.
Gina had gently removed him from her purse and I left them alone to privately bond and cuddle together. So many years before she had been convinced that he was the right kitten, and time had proven her instincts correct. Sebastian had been a gentle kitten produced from one of my favourite breeding pairs, Tara and Honey. I was well acquainted with the personalities of their kittens and Gina nodded in agreement when I provided her with a basic personality profile of Sebastian as a mature feline.
“How do you know so much about him?” she asked a little puzzled. To which I replied, “His personality profile was outlined in my last published book. He was one of the foundation kittens which I profiled in my Felines by Design series.”
We had forgotten each other over time, but had reconnected over a large bag of cat food.
“He’s the best cat I’ve ever owned,” she said proudly, and thanked me again for bringing her Feline Soul Mate into her life.
Several days later while once again in the bank, I left a signed copy of my book for Gina in which Sebastian’s personality had been profiled. Although our paths have yet to cross again I knew one day I would be including her special story in this book. The inscription I wrote within her book read:
“To Gina and Sebastian, may your lives continue to be blessed by many more chance meetings… Always, Jasmine.”
