From: Kristen Salivonchik
To: gorgeh_story@gorbeh.com
Subject: My Persian Cat - Hoggle
Hello!
I saw your web site and loved it! I have a wonderful male black
Persian named Hoggle. I do not know his age or lineage. He
found my friend one day after an obvious brutal fight and must
have known that she would take care of him. She rushed him to
the vet where he had to have stitches on his eye and had to be
shaved. She took him home and proceeded to try to find his
owners. When I met him, I didn't know what this funny looking
creature was! I knew of Persians, but never a naked one!! He
brought tears to my eyes because I was laughing so hard at his
cuteness. He immediately cuddled with me and purred. After 3
months of care at my friends house and no one claiming him, I
took him home with me. I am glad I did! He is so wonderful! He
waits for me by the door when I come home, he likes to get me to
chase him by zooming back and forth in front of me - that is his
favorite game and he sleeps on my head at night! He also gets
me to follow him to the bathroom and he know to jump up on the
toilet with his back to me if he needs anything that maybe on or
near his eyes removed. He is a wonderful companion!
Again, I enjoyed your web site and thought I'd tell you about my
little guy!
Kristen
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From: MagnifiCat (Anastasia)
To: catstories@gorbeh.com
Subject: My Maximilian
My name is Anastasia Merrill, and I came across this contest and web
page because of my Persian Maximilian...MAX or Maxi for short..
About 3 weeks ago I purchased a Snowshoe, she was at the time 6 weeks
old. Well she is a spirited little kitten and we decided she needed a
playmate ! Well I called the breeder; that I purchased her from, and
they had no more kittens >sigh< So them began the hunt for MAX.
My husband and I went to pet stores, the SPCA's, and no cat caught "our
fancy". On the way home we picked up a newspaper and in the classified
ads I noticed an ad for Rescued animals who needed homes...well that is
where I found our MAX..
Maximilian was what they called Abused by the Cattery...the people who
bred our sweet Max had cages and cages of Persian cats of which they
bred from and sold and did this souly for the money and not for the joy
of the breed. Well he was brought to this wonderful woman all matted,
sick and lifeless.
When I went to see Max he was sad looking and just laid there; (
something not normal for a 11 week old kitten ) So I picked him up and
snuggled him, and he started to purr. I looked into his gorgeous golden
eyes and I begged for the opportunity to cater to Max's every whim !
Well we brought Max home and he tried to hide, but I insisted he not
hide, and he felt safe snugging and staying near me.....well today is
the 3rd day we have had MAX and now he and Mina ( our Snowshoe ) are the
best of friends!
They play together, eat together and sleep together. He broke out of
his shy shell and is the most animated , most loving adorable cat ! I
cannot imagine how I ever existed without having a Persian all these
years.
I named him Maximilan because he loves classical music, when it plays he
will get as close to the music as he can and enjoy every note as if he
can see a ballet that only Max can see.
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From: stacey michelle laird
To: catstories@gorbeh.com
Subject: My persian cat Faulkner
This is my Persian story. My name is Stacey Michelle and I currently
reside in Oxford, Mississippi. I tell you this because it relates to
the story. See, I have always been a "dog person." I have always
had poodles and I have never considered getting a cat because I am
slightly allergic and my father is extremely allergic. Well, I moved
away from home (Baton Rouge, Louisiana) and I got my own dog, a
poodle named Princess. Well, after having Princess for a couple of
years, I could tell that she got lonely when I wasn't there and I was
working that typical 8-5.
So, I started looking into adopting a
stray kitten. Well, at the time, there were none to adopt. I called
up to the local pet shop and discovered that a breeder was selling
Persian kittens out of the shop and she had one left. I then rushed
over and saw my baby. He is a CFA registered blue-point Himalayan
Persian named Faulkner. I instantly fell in love with him and he
keeps my dog company and they play constantly.
I now know what
having a cat is like and I love it. I will always have a Persian by
my side. You thought that was the end of the story but its not. I
just wanted to tell a little story on the side. Faulkner plays chase
with my dog constantly, he loves to jump on her back ( picture that
she is only 6 pounds, and he is 9 pounds) and ride her around the
living room. They then switch and she rides on Faulkner awhile.
They get along like they are both cats, or both dogs. It's
wonderful. Well, that is my story, it may not be very interesting
but I wanted to share. I love my baby Faulkner and he loves me.
Thanks for listening. Stacey Michelle
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From: Bo Nordstrom
Subject: Spike
Do you remember what it is like to be newly in love? All you want to do is
think about, touch, stroke and nuzzle the object of your adoration - and
drive all your friends crazy talking about him or her. It's been three
weeks now, and my friends are getting mighty sick of hearing about Spike.
Yes, Spike. An elegant, coal black Persian kitty with golden eyes. Spike is
four years old and until we got him, he was named Moeje, which is Swedish
and sounds pretty much like "meow." You see, we live in the Swedish
countryside in a little red cottage we bought last fall. We mentioned to a
taxi driver in the area that we would like to have a cat in case he knew
anyone who had one in need of a home. He spoke to a nice lady at the animal
protection society and the word was out. We got a phone call - someone had
a four-year-old Persian she could no longer care for - could we take him?
We said yes, and Möje came to live with us. The first two days, he hid
under the bed. Then we opened the window to let in the precious summer air
(summer doesn't last long in Sweden) and like a shot, the cat was out and
gone. We searched and were devastated - what would we tell his former owner
when she called in a week to see how Möje was? We were sure he was gone
forever. Then, sweet as you please, he came back. Burrs sticking to his
long silky fur, a leaf or two here and there, but in one piece. He had come
back from his two days of sulking in the woods surrounding our house,
having decided that he would stay. In honor of his toughness in the face of
adversity (and as a bit of a joke, too - he jumps when the toast pops out
of the toaster and hides for hours if a stranger comes by the house) we
re-named him Spike. Of course, that inevitably becomes Spikey-Wikey,
because he is now our baby. I've read descriptions of Persians as somewhat
quiet and undemonstrative, but Spike doesn't fit that bill! He follows my
husband around the house like a devoted slave, wakes us in the morning with
gentle taps on the cheek with his fat, furry paws, and is a marvelous
fly-catcher. He hunts them down, catches them and eats them. Kind of icky,
I agree, but a good quality for a fancy big city cat turned country kitty
to have! We work at home as translators, sitting all day in front of our
computers - Spike jumps up in our laps and makes us type around him. He
knows that I am the one who feeds him, so when he is hungry (or simply
doesn't want the salmon I put down for him...chicken perhaps? veal? one
never knows until he eats or turns up what little nose he has!) he comes
directly to me and asks politely. Otherwise, I admit it, even though I am
in love with Spike, he is much more in love with my husband...but I'll
change that!
Fun site - thanks!
Rosemary Nordstroem
Solgaord Utby
S-461 91 Trollhaettan Sweden
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From: Donny Phillips
To: catstories@gorbeh.com
Subject: My creme colored persian male
My creme colored persian male cat came to us about four years ago. He
was badly mistreated and my husband and I took him in. He has the most
beautiful golden eyes and the sweetest personality you have ever seen.
Corey has no two front teeth and so many times I have to remined him he
needs to put is tonque back in his mouth. He loves to be held and
cuddled and watch America's Funniest Home Video's if he is not busy
playing a sympony on the basement vent. His favorite game is chasing a
string or your shoe strings. I was never a cat owner until Corey but he
has chanced my opinion about cats forever. I don't think that I will
ever find a more loyal and loving cat than my Corey.
Marcy Phillips
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From: Yariv Brosh
Subject: Jenny
It's a very nice site and I visit many sites about persian cats.
All the persain cats craziness started when i wanted a pet.
I tried to persuade my parents to give me a cat because they didn't allow
me to have a dog. My parents agreed and i wanted a persian cat because I
saw pictures of persian cats and they looked very sepecial. So I went with
my parents to buy a pesian cat and we checked and compared cats and at the
end we finally bought a smart, cute, beautiful little female persian
kitten. The kitten was 8 weeks old and she was orange so we decided to call
her "Jenny" because "jinji" in hebrew means "orange" and "Jenny" comes from
the word "Jinji".
I loved her and she was very smart kitten.
In the evening of the day we bought Jenny my father started to sneeze and
he could hardly brief, the doctor said my father has an alergy to cats. so
we had to bring her back to her first owners. I was very sad when we
brought her back and I cried the whole day after, in spite of i had her
only 7 hours from the noon until the evening. I played with her and loved
her and she got used to me too. I really got attached to Jenny, and when I
see a cat in the street I remember Jenny and have a tear in my eye.
A great cat lover in Israel
- Yariv
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From: "Scott S. & Angela G."
To: catstories@gorbeh.com
Subject: Gizmo
A couple of years ago, I was about to move away from home (for the third
time) and decided that my mother needed a companion, despite the fact
that my father had adamantly decided there were to be no more pets in
the house. I bought her a very lovable bi-color black and white Persian
kitten and brought him home. We affectionately named him Gizmo after the
Gremlin, due to his lack of nose. I had to go to work shortly after I
brought him home, and wasn't there when my father came home, so I called
to check on the outcome. The first thing my father said was "So I guess
you're moving out." I informed him that Gizmo wasn't mine, but that I
had bought him for my mother. His reply was "So, you're taking your
mother with you?" Needless to say, Gizmo knew exactly who he needed to
befriend, and he slept on my father's pillow every night. Dad just kept
wondering what in the world had made poor Giz's face so darn flat! Well,
needless to say, Mom knew she was in the clear on the morning she was
leaving for work and looked up to see Dad in the window with Gizmo
waving his little paw good-bye to her. The irresistible personality of
Gizmo had won the heart of the man who said, "No more pets!" Just like a
Persian.
You just gotta love Giz!
- Angela Giannetti
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From: Marko Graham
To: catstories@gorbeh.com
Subject: My Puffed-Cat
When you own a Persian, you know she is a high society cat. Everything
is first class in her mind. My story is about my Persian, I call her
Puffed-cat, other pet names are "puff", "purty", "putty" and any other
sweet meaningful name that comes to mind. Her registered name is Baby
Booh Titano (but that sounds like a prize fighter). If you are owned by
a puff-fed cat, you know what I'm talking about. The Puff is the ruler
of the house-hold. She says when she will be brushed, fed, and loved.
Puff-fed cat loves only me, and she shows her love by jumping up on the
kitchen table (when I'm trying to study) and rubbing her great furry
mane on my cheek, she doesn't care that she's not allowed on the table,
because she is the Puff-fed cat. When you want to get a mat out of her
beautiful fur, she says reowwr, reowwr, NO! Because she is the Puff-fed
Cat, Puffs can do whatever they want to. Puffed Cats can be who they
wanna be, do what they wanna do, and their humans say, O.K. I Love You
Puffed Cat.
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From: Ross Arriola
Subject: Bubba
We love your web site and our persian "Bubba", a cream male who has just
turned one. He is a real baby as his name implies. He reflects the sweet
disposition of the breed and follows strange cats around meowing, trying to
make friends even though they often hiss at him. We have shown Bubba the
pictures on your web site and he thinks the girl cats are very attractive.
We will send a picture of him soon so that girl cats can e-mail him if they
think he is cute. We thought that we were the onlly people obsessed with
our cats until we saw this web site.
From fellow cat lovers in Australia: Ross, Tara, Bubba and Minx (his
short-haired white tabby companion).
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From: Joanna Poppink Joanna@deltanet.com
To: catstories@gorbeh.com
Subject: My favorite Mishra story
Mishra is my luscious 13 year old blue and white bi color Persian. He
taught me to be more open to the wondrous ways life communicates to
life.
I have two cats. My other is Kuan Yin, a 12 year old sable Burmese.
She talks, yells, demands, sighs and uses body language most
effectively. Since she was a kitten I knew how to interpret her
vocabulary and so could be an obedient human. I knew when to move a
pillow into the sunlight to heat her bones, open a kitchen cupboard for
her special baby food turkey, place a blanket on a redwood swing so she
can nap comfortably, move a book so she can jump to a shelf to watch me
work at my desk.
But Mishra never said anything. I loved him, but I didn't know what he
wanted from me. He was never a lap cat but preferred to sit next to me,
preferably with one paw on my finger or arm while I read. He enjoyed
being brushed. He would come to me sometimes and just look at me with
his big round silver green eyes in his blue/grey and white face. I'd
pet him, but I knew he wanted something. I just didn't know what it
was.
One day, when he was three years old on a sunny warm day in Los Angeles,
I was outside on my patio. Mishra sat in the open doorway of the house
looking at me quietly, just being Mishra.
I knew he wanted to be brushed. I knew he wanted me to go get the brush
and call him to the redwood table outside where I always brushed the two
of them. Kuan Yin spoke in sounds. Mishra emanated!
I suddenly saw him differently. I knew (anyone with a Persian knows)
there was a sweet energy to him and that sometimes it was very powerful,
almost tangible. Now I understood. Without a sound he could just be and
that was enough for me to know. He was an emanating being sending out
waves of emotion and information soundlessly.
I got the brush, and he ran to the redwood table. I brushed him. He
rolled around showing me exactly what he wanted and where. He was
purring, and I was a very happy human.
Since then we communicate very well. I know when he wants to sit with
me in my studio. He likes to lie on the couch while I paint, or lie on
the back of the couch near my shoulder while I read. I know when he
would like sardines - only about once every two weeks. I know when he
wants hair ball remedy, and I know when he will allow me to trim his
nails. I know when he wants privacy, and I know when he wants me to sit
in the garden and keep him company.
He had the patience to be present for the three years it took for me to
learn his language. What a guy! And now I've discovered that since I've
learned to understand him, I have a greater appreciation for the way
other animals, plants and people communicate. There is so much emotional
and practical information that can be conveyed through gently,
thoroughly, patiently and honestly being.
This is my favorite Mishra story.
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From: Judy M.
To: catstories@gorbeh.com
Subject: My Persian Boo
My purebred silver Persian showed up alone at my front door when he was
approx. 16 weeks old on Halloween (Oct. 31,) 1993. Therefore, for
obvious reasons, his name is Boo. While cats have shared my house for
my entire life, I have to say that he is probably the smartest of them
all! When he comes into the kitchen and sits down behind my feet, as
cats tend to do, he first gives me a small kiss on the back of my leg to
let me know that he's there. That way he ensures that he won't get
stepped on!
Thanks!
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