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AKA Louie
| A Cameo Classic Tabby. Our Stud is a cuddle bug & hopeless Mamma's Boy. We thank Dawn Hunt of KoonTyme in Indiana for allowing us to have this big, beautiful, intelligent, sweet natured boy. |
| Don't let the look of sweet innocence fool you! |
Into any normal healthy family sometimes comes an accident of birth. Our sweet
Henry is such a one. Born with only one lung inflating, a trachea to small, and a host
of other issues. The Vet said he wouldn't live a year and wanted his body. His
breeding Cattery refused to put him down, allowing him all the life he might have
despite his both obvious and hidden issues.
In spite of the predictions Henry prospered and achieving the magic year they felt
he would do better in a home with less competition, asking us to take him for
however much time he might still have. He is a beautiful boy with silken fur, a lovely
pattern, and eyes... Oh my! Green to rival the first neon shoots of spring. The
pictures don't come close to doing justice to those beautiful eyes.
Henry is such a one. Born with only one lung inflating, a trachea to small, and a host
of other issues. The Vet said he wouldn't live a year and wanted his body. His
breeding Cattery refused to put him down, allowing him all the life he might have
despite his both obvious and hidden issues.
In spite of the predictions Henry prospered and achieving the magic year they felt
he would do better in a home with less competition, asking us to take him for
however much time he might still have. He is a beautiful boy with silken fur, a lovely
pattern, and eyes... Oh my! Green to rival the first neon shoots of spring. The
pictures don't come close to doing justice to those beautiful eyes.
What?
Huh?
And along came:
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| Hello!! You smell nice....purrrr... (30 seconds later..) HI? do I know you? Love me! (30 seconds later..) Ooop Hello! its me again...purrr... Scratch my butt. Look!! Invisible Friends!!..gotta go----> |
No that tail hasn't been retouched. Its all his
AKA Skipper
But he never forgets where the litter box is. Plays
joyfully with the other denizens of the house. Knows
how big his butt is and uses it effectively to oust anyone
from a desired perch. Sails gleefully from the floor to
the bed in the dead of night to land unerringly on the
most inconvenient of areas. And then wonders what the
fuss is all about....
He gives the sweetest kisses, and like "the Tootsie Pop
Owl ...its 3 licks and a bite". We call him 'The
Nibblemeister' as he always cleans his biting spot.
He is our Precious Pest
Like Dorey from ' Finding Nemo'...sweet, irritating,
odd....and loved.
(Henry is Not part of the breeding program. Nor is he
available for adoption).
joyfully with the other denizens of the house. Knows
how big his butt is and uses it effectively to oust anyone
from a desired perch. Sails gleefully from the floor to
the bed in the dead of night to land unerringly on the
most inconvenient of areas. And then wonders what the
fuss is all about....
He gives the sweetest kisses, and like "the Tootsie Pop
Owl ...its 3 licks and a bite". We call him 'The
Nibblemeister' as he always cleans his biting spot.
He is our Precious Pest
Like Dorey from ' Finding Nemo'...sweet, irritating,
odd....and loved.
(Henry is Not part of the breeding program. Nor is he
available for adoption).
The Boys
of
| CHKoontyme Flagship Bounding Maines |
| Henry Bounding Maines |
of
| CoonPlay (as yet unnamed) |
| Winter/Spring 2012 Skippers is still in residence at Talshipp Cattery in Georgia. The girls there have produced some lovely children. Lovely Kittens have been born! |
| CoonMountains Music Man |
It was in Rhode Island that we met Louie, A rescued, congenitally deaf, blue eyed white Persian who had fallen on
hard times. Literally at deaths door, sick, weak, broken, nothing but bones, brittle hair bleached purple and ping
pong ball blue eyes. Heartbreakingly pitiful our little “tough guy” had nothing but ATTITUDE. To weak to cross the
room much less defend himself or get on the furniture. He still managed to tree Emma & Henry for weeks.
He became "The Carpet Shark" cruising the floors of the house looking for someone to intimidate. All talk, he'd
protest a hug just on principle. Like one of the wind up cars you push along the floor a few times and let go...give
Louie some cuddles and love and put him down...he scrunches up like an accordion and zooms off in search of the
nearest 'victim'. The other cats, with their perfect hearing, have heard the Threatening Grumble of impending
DOOM and gone to the high ground, even a chair is to high for Louie and his damaged shoulders to climb. So close
and yet so far...the 'neener neener' factor is big here.
We are now some years down the line and still marching to the tune he set, and that clock in his head. TUNA!!, The
2 O'clock LOVE, the 9 O'clock MILK, the Sunday BATH, the middle of the night heartbroken WAIL "I am ALONE!"
that has long since given way to the bedside demand.. UP!! damn it! A ball of silken thistledown he waddles cheerfully
in search of larger companions to tackle or chase.
We know very little about his origins but Sapphires in the Snow came from a now defunct Cattery in RI. We know his
Sire was called ACE and out of a cattery in Las Vegas. Hes about 13 years old now. He is well trained (and has
been instrumental in training us) for a life in the show hall. Should some Breeder of Persians stumble across our site
and have any 'guess' we'd love to hear from you.
(The 'Grumble Bunny' is not available for adoption)
hard times. Literally at deaths door, sick, weak, broken, nothing but bones, brittle hair bleached purple and ping
pong ball blue eyes. Heartbreakingly pitiful our little “tough guy” had nothing but ATTITUDE. To weak to cross the
room much less defend himself or get on the furniture. He still managed to tree Emma & Henry for weeks.
He became "The Carpet Shark" cruising the floors of the house looking for someone to intimidate. All talk, he'd
protest a hug just on principle. Like one of the wind up cars you push along the floor a few times and let go...give
Louie some cuddles and love and put him down...he scrunches up like an accordion and zooms off in search of the
nearest 'victim'. The other cats, with their perfect hearing, have heard the Threatening Grumble of impending
DOOM and gone to the high ground, even a chair is to high for Louie and his damaged shoulders to climb. So close
and yet so far...the 'neener neener' factor is big here.
We are now some years down the line and still marching to the tune he set, and that clock in his head. TUNA!!, The
2 O'clock LOVE, the 9 O'clock MILK, the Sunday BATH, the middle of the night heartbroken WAIL "I am ALONE!"
that has long since given way to the bedside demand.. UP!! damn it! A ball of silken thistledown he waddles cheerfully
in search of larger companions to tackle or chase.
We know very little about his origins but Sapphires in the Snow came from a now defunct Cattery in RI. We know his
Sire was called ACE and out of a cattery in Las Vegas. Hes about 13 years old now. He is well trained (and has
been instrumental in training us) for a life in the show hall. Should some Breeder of Persians stumble across our site
and have any 'guess' we'd love to hear from you.
(The 'Grumble Bunny' is not available for adoption)
Our sweet boy is now 10 years old. (Pthpt! so much for the Dr's predictions!) 16lbs of love on padded feet. He doesn't have a brain in
his little head. He's got the attention span of a gerbil, an overbite, excessive sabre tooth fangs, his tiny front teeth never came in so he
runs around with his tongue perpetually sticking out - and he drools. At least once a week he runs into the living room ....and stops
dead in his tracks...as though .....he has never seen it .....before.... and when frightened he goes to the closet and sits facing the
corner. We have NO idea...but at least hes easy to find.
his little head. He's got the attention span of a gerbil, an overbite, excessive sabre tooth fangs, his tiny front teeth never came in so he
runs around with his tongue perpetually sticking out - and he drools. At least once a week he runs into the living room ....and stops
dead in his tracks...as though .....he has never seen it .....before.... and when frightened he goes to the closet and sits facing the
corner. We have NO idea...but at least hes easy to find.
Bounding Maines welcomes a new boy!
| This adorable little Stinker arrived for Christmas. Hes such a character we're having a very hard time pinning a name on him. A Van (or Harlequin) he is a 7 toed, 2WD little purrbody. Sweet to a fault, he wants to be held and carried ALL the time. We Thank Very Much Laura Tipton of CoonPlay for this unique and charming boy. |
A visiting snowbird....here until the spring.
