Where do I begin???

Guess I'm going to start at the beginning, meaning the introduction of these little creatures who have led me to this, blogging! I mean, my cats. Do I really have the right to call them "my" cats? As any one in my case knows, I didn't choose them.

Meet Duchesse. She started it all.



"Cats are kindly masters, just so long as you remember your place"

Paul Gray

the year was 1999...

This little cat had been appearing in the neighbourhood, she looked clean and well looked after, not your typical stray. We had been wondering if she was lost. Then one day as I stepped out of my flat, she dashed in. I was panicking! I didn't want a cat! I was going to be late for work! and the rules of the building clearly stated: NO PETS!
We played hide-and-seek for a few days, whenever I tried to grab her she would hide under the bed. When sometimes I managed to put her out, she'd always manage to make her way back in.
And the more I looked at her, the more I thought that she looked a bit...fat.  Was she going to have kittens? This was an explanation: she was looking for a safe place... but WHY ME???