Let me introduce you to little Percival (Percy)June 15, 2015
I have always had a thing for Arthurian legends and knew that when I would have another cat I'd call him after one of the Arthurian legend characters, or after one of the Ancient Egypts. Our new kitten has been named after sir Percival, one of King Arthur's legendary knights of the round table, but the kitten's nickname is Percy. We only call him Percival when we want to sound interesting ha ha!
Ben and I have been searching a long time for a new kitten to accompany my most precious cat Figaro, who has always been used to growing up with other cats but who he had to leave behind when moving with me from Apeldoorn to Zutphen. He missed the company, but as he was always the lowest of the pack he had some rest aswell. Yet I wasn't all too sure how Figaro was going to react to a new cat, and after two years we decided to take the jump.
Nowadays it's not easy to find a kitten since the popularity rise of cats on the internet (of which I am a huuuge participant by the way) and cats are overpriced or already given to people. Ben and I were actually looking for a black male kitten, because these are the least desirable cats solely for the stupid reason that their black fur doesn't photograph well. I have a weak spot for the least desirable animals or animals with a handicap - they deserve to have a wonderful life, too!
When Ben saw a small litter being advertised on the internet, a litter in Zutphen actually, we decided to react immediately, even though there wasn't a black kitten. We had the first pick. I wanted the little kitten without the white paws.
The owner of the litter is enormously kind and offered to us that we could come by to look at our new little kitten any time we wanted to. When we saw the kitten for the first time ... we were sold. He was a little afraid and started hissing (with hardly any noise coming out at all) and to me that said that, even though he was a little afraid, he could stand up for himself quite well.
Usually people who come to view a litter shy away from scared and shy animals, but not me. I love to guide the little one to a life with no need of fear, and work on a strong bond between us. I recognize myself in these scared animals, having to deal with Generalized Anxiety Disorder (among other things - hey, let's leave the stigma's behind) myself.
Doesn't he have the cutest face? My little gib-cat (Gib cats were Norwegian forest cats mentioned in the prose Edda from 1220AD that draw Norse Goddess Freya's chariot)