Hi there everybody!
My name is Mischcania, Solange, Alexandria, Anastasia, Holmacres, Amelia Dekker. My passport indicates that I am a cat (feline), but I have strong doubts about the matter. I see myself more in the line of a goddess of the Homo Sapiens line of course. And I expect to be treated as such! My mommy and my daddy try their best to accommodate me in this matter and make my life as comfortable as possible. (Take a look at all my gorgeous photos)
At present I am sitting on Mommy's lap in front of the pc, typing this little piece about myself. Mom is moaning because she says I am scratching her, but she imagines these things at times. I am going to tell you the story of my life. A story of an interesting life and how I eventually ended up here in the far east.
Life in South Africa
We all lived in a nice little house in Pietermaritzburg. (South Africa) I was born in a cattery in Richmond about 8 years ago. (That's where I got the two ugly names at the end of the list) But mom had at least had the common sense to give me 4 more beautiful names in order to hide the ugly ones. There were many other cats in out family. They are:
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart Dekker: Mommy's 'oh so special' little wimp that suffered from persecution complex. He got the fright of his life just looking at his own tail!. He thought the F.B.I. or C.I.A. or the TV-licence inspector were after him. He was an Abyssinian.
Kiri Dekker: Daddy's little girl. She was a mean character that didn't take any nonsense from anyone!. She would hit the poor dogs left right and center that you'd just see drool spattering. A real street cat............Yuk!
Igor Buschcalia Dekker: 'As dumb as you get them' - ginger cat. Fat as can be with a tiny little heart. He always babysat my babies when I wanted to sleep with mommy.
Cezanne Dekker: The black version of James Dean. He didn't take any notice of anyone or anything. Sometimes he brought in reptiles for me to play with because I don't set foot out of the house.
Jacek Dekker: A sexy tom-cat that had received one too many a slap from Wolfgang and Kiri (his mother).
The two dogs were Sadat and Katja. Sadat was a trained German Shepherd, that did everything mommy told him to do (very stupid concept!). Katja was a plain SPCA special, that ended up last in line, when they handed out brains. She thought she was Winnie Mandela, because she always toi-toi-ed when she was excited (and she was always excited).
There were many other animals, that mom and dad looked after at one time or another, like Tristan and Isolde, that stayed with us for a year. Uileman and Mandy, auntie Laan's cats. And orphaned kittens, that had to be fed by bottle every three hours. I was, of course, not ecstatic about this idea, because then there was less time for them to spend on me.
