Paulchens FoodBlog & the Three Tabbycats united
Our mother tongue is German as we were born in Austria - in Graz the capital city of Styria (which is in the southeast of Austria) and now live with our momma in Vienna - the capital City of Austria. But as most of our furriends don't speak German we decided that most of our new blog should be in English. Here you can find some general information and stories about us our momma has written and some things we find most impawtant for us and our visitors. We hope you have fun and enjoy reading! When we came to live with her she created a website for us and in honor of our angel brofur Paul. Then she got addicted to blogging and made a blog for us. This very first blog was in German but she hadn't too much time to keep it updated and so for a very long time it remained silent. When she eventually had more time for blogging and surfing the net she found the Cat Blogosphere and all of this blogging cats who then became our furriends and we talked her into updating our blog more regularly again.
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The silver tiger who took my soul

Paul

Paul,

oh yes Paul... where do I begin here? I've never had a cat in my live before i was - uhm 27 - in fact I grew up in a d-o-g lover family and none of them really liked cats at all. I loved our dogs and was very attached to them especially the last we had as I helped to raise him since he was a tiny furball of 8 weeks. I left my family to live on my own from the - well somehow cozy - suburbs where I was born to study and work in the big city of Vienna when I was about 19 years old. It took me a while to settle and I had some ups and very deep downs during this period of my life but always missed a furry companion. Living in a rather tiny apartment and having a job with moving targets AND demanding time consumption ther was no way to give a dog a home and Vienna is not really a city for dogs anyway... I was in desperate need of a furry companion though and my need grew when our beloved dog died after sharing our lives for 11 years and I had no loving creature to come back to and snuggle and play with.
At this point of my life I began to voluntarily work in shelters and support other local animal welfare activities along with my work for Greenpeace (yes in my student life I was a Greenpeace activist...) - this work met my need to communicate with animals but it made it worse for me to come home and have no pet awaiting me to cuddle and snuggle and love!
Paul
Summer 2000 I strolled through a local shopng mall and saw a very tiny furry "thing" through a shop window of a pet shop. I could not resist and went inside, talked to the shop assistant and only a few seconds later I found myself holding this tiny little furry thing in my arms who immediately crawled up my chest towards my neck and settled himself there,purring gently in my ear and sniffing my cheeks. That was it! Nothing in the world could have conviced me than to let this luttle creature go again and for no reason I would leav him behind in this shop where he had to live in a shop window surrounded by nothing else than a litter box and some newspaper covering the floor of his glass cage. So home we went after buying himself and lots of things he'd need like litter boxes, toys, food, milk,... and that's where "our story" began. He became my soul mate, he looked right into my soul with his eyes, knew how I felt and cuddled me puured for me and petted my cheek with his paws when I was sad or had a bad day. He always knew how to cheer me up. He rushed my heart in a blink of an eye and never let it go again since then. He always knew how to cheer me up and he even turened a family of dog lovers into a family not loving cats but loving him as the most wonderful and wonderous creature we ever met.
Paul
To be honest: I am lacking of words here to describe our relationship as it was full of love and laugther and most of all: without words but lots of gentle purrs and meows. We communictaed by purring, meowing, hissing and growling and we loved it. He was a perfect little silver tabby boy and as he was only about 6 weeks old when I came to share my life he became extremely attached to me. Later the vets told me that they guess he most have been sepereated from his mommakitty at the age of about 3-4 weeks. He came from a Hungarian breeder as he brought a pedigree (and all other neceessary papers) with him. But we lived happily ever after sharing our life and love. We had a perfect life, he got his ho-ha-ectomy when he was about 1 year and that's where the story began to turn to the sad side: At the age of about 1 year the vets saw that something with his tiny heart was not ok. They discovered an inbred cardiac insufficiency of his little heart which was yet so full of love and life. He was put on medics and with them doing perfectly fine. Noone ever noticed that he was sick.
Paul
One night - about half a year later - I woke up in the middle of the night and sensed there was something wrong. Paul was not next to me and I could not see him in his other favourite spots so I got alerted and very nervous. I finally found him sitting in the bathroom, his little body rocking back and forth, spittle covering his mouth and his eyes not realizing the world around him. I talked to him, picked him up, petted his head to calm him and albeit went nuts seeing him in this condition. I called the emergency vet and brought him to the clinic. The vets were angels and first calmed me down while checking Paul. They could not find anything and had no clue why he was in this condition. They gave him fluids as he was a bit dehydrated and some other thing I just don't remember anymore. As it was a normal working day for me and they told me they wanted him to stay to do some major bloodwork and give him some other medics while he was under observation.
Paul
I went to work - what else could I have done? I would have gone nuts anyway if I had to stay at hime alone. About noon the vets called and told me he was responding silightly to the medics and the fliuds and I could come to take him home with me over night. When we arrived there (I asked my boyfreind to come with me as I was sure I could not cope with this alone anymore) to pick Paul up and take him home they told me I could not take him with me 'cause his condition turned to bad once again. He was responding to the medics tho but there was something other wrong with him tho and they still could not find out what it was. They had phoned several colleagues and consulted some specialists but without result. So they told me I had to leave him at the vets for the night. I was allowed to visit him and bring him some of his favourite mousies and his beloved blanket. When I entered the room where he was and saw him I nearly broke down. He was there barly raising his head when hie heard my voice and barly recognizing my anyway. He meowed to me. Gently. Very very gently and I could barly hear him purr. I stroked his furs and petted his head and he tried to cuddle against my hand but was too weak to do so. I talked to him and explained everything to him and that told him that the vet would take care of him and make him fit again and that he should be a brave and good boy. I told him I'd come and fetch him the next day to be home with me again. This was the last moment I saw him alive and heard him purr and meow.
Paul
After leaving the room I just broke down and cried. My freind took me home and we talked while he tried to encourage me to think positive. This was the hardest night for me and I barely slept...when I finally did I had the feeling that I could hear his purring and dreamed that his paw was gently resting on my cheek. I woke up again at about 5 am in the morning 'cause I thought I heard him meow somewhere and stood up to look for him - only shortly after I did this I knew he was not here but at the vets. So I went back to try to sleep agan... The next morning - I was on my way to my job - the vets called and told me that he went to the rainbow bridge during the night while he was sleeping. His heart simply stopped beating. I was a mess. But it was an important day at work so I could not take the day off but had to wait untill the evening before I was able to drive to the vets again.
Paul
We talked about everything and they told me that this was a complet miracle for them - especially 'cause he was that young and everything went that fast without and possibilities for them to help in any way. They said he did not suffer too much caus they had given him some light pacifier so he would not be to frigthened. They also asked if it was ok if they did an autopsy on his body to maybe finally find out what went wrong. I agreed 'cause firstly I wanted to know why he had to leave and secondly if they found something it might help them to help another kitty. Later they found out that his heart was to tiny and could not catch up with his growning - he simply was growing to fast and his heart could not catch up with the growing of his body and his very active behaviour. This and his cardiac insufficiency were a deadly combination...

So I was left alone. My heart was broken and my soul was lacking its companion.

Paul
I miss him. I still do. Every day. Every day I see the boys - Kashim & Othello - curl up in his favourite places. Whenever Othello pets his paw in my face. Whenever Othello comes to sleep on my chest near my face. It hurts. It still hurts. I think it will always hurt to think of him. But at the same time, when my eyes go wet while thinking of him, a smile comes onto my face while I think of his gentle nature and how often he comforted me. At this moments I sure can feel his paw petting my cheek and his purr near my ear. P.S. Please don't mind my bad English here, I am truly lacking of words to describe my feelings sometimes... *** *** *** These boys of mine...
Kashim & Othello
"[...] These two cats of mine have terrorized me. My home is too small for their cat tyranny. But still Kashim is greatly to blame He meows and I melt in the demented cat game. I came in and saw Othello stretched out on his chair. His sleepy eyes saw me smile at his stare. His fine body stretched, then his tongue licked his mane. Contorting his neck in the demented cat game. It's nearly six years since these two cats moved in. The sofa's now covered with the scent of cat chin. Well I read about felines, and never wanted the same. Until I became part of the demented cat game. I lie in my bed and on me my cats lie I see Othellos legs bend he's ready to fly. He jumps on my tummy. I give thanks for the pain. And the explosive nature of the demented cat game." lyrics by Marc Gunn (slightly adopted by me)

Where do I begin to tell you the - my - story of my beloved two boys?

Kashim and Othello came into my life shortly after the slap-bang loss of my soulmate Paul. I was in a very bad condition. Weeping, crying, griefing and with an anger I miss words to describe. I felt like he took my heart and soul with him wherever he might have gone. The only thing I knew was that he was gone from me forever. In one word: I was a mess. I felt I was not yet ready for another companion. On the other hand I missed Paul so badly that I considered the advice of my friend to look out for a "new" companion. It hurt. Even thinking of another kitty trying to occupy a place in my heart... It felt like betrayal, it felt bad. And yet I somehow had to... Then I thought this might be the chance to give a kitty in need a new and somehow loving and save home. This thought made me going. I looked in serveral local cat shelters and talked to the people there. But it was hopeless. What they told me was stroke me down even more. They would not let me adopt a cat. Why? Because I told them I was working and the kitty would be alone at home most of the daytime. Geesh, I have to earn money to make a living this is real life after all not a game for godness sake! There was no way to talk to them. I even thought about adopting two cats so that they'd have a companion when I was at work. Nope! I was told that my flat was to small, no proper room for to cats to live in. Huh? I am not kidding! That's what they told me. I got furious. In the end I told them things I am not proud of, but well... I was so full of anger, so desperate and sad. But yet I would not give up. It had become yet a matter of honor to me. I WANTED to give a kitty a loving home again. I just NEEDED to do so. I think at this point of my life I wanted it more for myself than anything else... So I began to search the internet. And then I fell immediately in love with this fluffy furball on a breeders site. 4 weeks old. I contacted the breeder and settled everything. We ageed that I should meet her and the kitten, then we'll talk about the details. So I was about to meet her in two weeks time and I was so much looking forward to this weekend. I was still missing Paul and grieving, but somehow I felt that he'd agree and understand my need. He always knew what I needed without me saying anything. He was wise I'd even say an old soul - you know... A few days after our first contact the breeder - Mrs. Klinger - called me and she sounded very desperate to me. She told me that she just had to take back two of her beloved kitty boys from the place she trustingly gave them about half a year ago to be in their forever home.
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A young couple. Shortly she told me the story: The young woman was pregnant and as the baby was born the young man didn't want the cats anymore. He even rejected them. Just like a toy - not interesting anymore! They were still kittens at this time. I think you can imagine how cats react to refusal? So the young couple decided to sell the cat boys. They didn't want them to be part of their family anymore and therefore they wanted to get some of their spent money back. Mrs. Klinger as the breeder had the right of preemption and so she just went to get her boys back. Sadly her own cats would not accept them anymore otherwise she'd kept them. Their own father attacked them. When she called me she had come to the conclusion that she had to find a new home for both of them. We talked and talked and talked. In the end we agreed that I would come and visit as planned and then I should decide whether I should adopt the boys and give them a new home or if I still wanted the kitten lady to be my new companion.
What did you say?
I guess you already know how this weekend ended? When I first saw those two boys with their big big kitty eyes looking so desperate and lonely and totally did not understand what the hell was happenng to them there was no question that these two were going with me. I came into their room, sat down and just talked to them. First they just looked and then when they decided that I probably would not do them any harm them right away, they even played a little with me. Very shy, very unconscious. But I immediately fell in love with their eyes - those big questioning eyes. So I took them home. And then our oddysee began and five long and hard years where I worked hard to assure them that it was ok to play, that it was ok to behave like a kitty. For godness sake those two were about 2 1/2 and 1 1/2 years old when they came into my life and didn't behave like a kitty at all! No playing, no hide and seek, no nothing! :( I was in constant contact with Mrs.Klinger 'cause she wanted to know how the boys were doing, if they were fine, if we had any problems she could probably help us with. Talking to her was a big help for me though she could not do more to help anyway. To be honest it was a hard time for me and I had many moments where I thought it might be better to give up. My home was a mess. Kashim insisted on peeing in my bed. Othello - the younger of the two - was so full of need for love and yet would not let me pet him, hold him or give him love. Kashim was more demanding, he would let me pet him but he constantly grew jealous when he saw my attempts to give Othello some love. Othello was hiding - whenever I did the slightest move he'd run away and hide. Kashim would battle him down whenever Othello tried to play and behave just like the kitten he was. Sometimes I was in pieces again, I thought I was not the right person to cope with all that. I thought I could not help them. I thought they were not happy. I thought I was a complete failure. Whenever we stepped one step forward I had the feeling that the next day we'd step two steps back again. I was in tears when I saw how their eyes - their pretty eyes - widened in horror and fear when I moved too quick towards them. I could not cope with these fear in their eyes when the saw my hand reaching out for them. When they even saw my feet moving... The first two years were pretty hard for me. But I sweared I world not give up. Every tiny little progress where I could see that they got more confidence in me was like a feast for me. Every little headbump or touch of their tiny paws was a moment of joy. Every 5 minutes in my lap felt like heaven. Kashim eventually stopped attacking his brother as he noticed that there was no need to be jealous because there was enough love in me for both of them. He has even stopped to pee in my bed constantly. Well, he does it every now and then when he is upset for any given reason, but since this does not happen too often I count this a a progress. Othello became more confident and began to cuddle and snuggle and talk to me. In fact now he is a constant talker. I love that! You'd call him and he'd respond. You'd slightly touch him, he raises his head and meows just like he'd say: "What's up?" Kashim has become a constant purring-machine. He loves to purr and to have his face petted.
Kashim & Othello
From the first day they came into my life a made sure that they felt a part of my family. I'd not leave them alone for too long. I am still working a lot 10-12 hours a day monday to friday is quite normal for me but when I open the door to my home my time is all my cat's time. They are not left alone over nights. When I got to visit my family they come with me ever since and form the first moment they were welcomed by my parents and my brother. Although they are more dog-people that cat-lovers. Please get me right here: they love my boys, but they'd choose a dog for themselves when it comes to choose a companion. But they would make sure that those two brats of mine would have everything they need to live a perfect kitty life. When I am on holidays (which is pretty seldom anyway) they stay at my familys place and I know for sure that they enjoy it. My home though very tiny has lots of cat trees and hiding places for them 'cause I want them to feel at home and welcome. We are still working on each other but by now I think they do feel happy and comfortable and I think most of the time they've forgotten what happened to them when they were young... (to be continued maybe...)

Today - 30.05. - is their Gotcha Day!

My boys I love you to the deepest of my heart!
Kashim & Othello
*** *** *** The story of our life ...
Othello
Momma already told you how she found us - but of course she does not know the story of us before we came to live with her. She knows some things but not the whole story. We never told her. Now I - Othello - will tell you: We were a very happy cat family at the house of our breeder and she was a very nice lady who loved us very much. She always played with us and mommy and petted and talked to us - we had a very good time. I lived in a seperate room with mommy and my littermates. Our bigger brother Kashim who was a "left-over" kitty from mommies litter before mine. He was very affectionate with us kittens and that's why he was allowed to stay with us. He helped mommy to care for us. He groomed us and looked after us like a nanny. Kashim and I always were closest and we would sleep and snuggle with each other most of the time. He always made sure that I got my fair share of milk as I was the tiny weeny kitten of the litter and the others won't easily let me got to mommies milk bar. We had a happy life with no need for change! Sometimes visitor would come and play with us and we took it as a fine change in our daily routine. We were always very curious...and loved to play with them and being petted by them. One day a young couple would come to our home and talk to our lady. They played with us and I loved to curl up on the woman lap while she was petting me and Kashim played joyful with the young man. We heard the humans talk about how bonded we were and that we should not be separated 'cause we were so close. I only listened with on ear 'cause I was so happy with all the snuggling and felt so warm and safe. Then the humans left us for having some coffee and talk and me and Kashim curled up next together again snoozing away... Later our lady came back again. She came in with a big box and stuffed it with our favorite blankie and some of our toys and such. Kashim was curious and went ofur to look what was happening there. The lady lifted him up, cuddled him close and kissed his head. She turned him round to look into his face and said: " Good-bye my big boy. You gotta be a good boy and look after your little brother will you?" Kashim licked the ladies face and then she put him in the box where he curled up again. Then she came ofur to me and lifted me up into her arms as well. She snuggled her face into my belly furs and snuffled it just the way I loved it. Then she kissed my head too and sad: "Good-bye my little baby boy. Take good care and be a brave boy for me will ya?" She putted me in the box and I snuggled up to Kashim chewing on one of our mousies. She closed the box and we were lifted up. I heard her talking to the young people again and then they carried us away... I was to sleepy to be worried and with my brother next to me I felt no need to be worried anyway. *** *** *** WHy Kashim is the best big borfur...
Othello
Momma already told you how she found us - but of course she does not know the story of us before we came to live with her. She knows some things but not the whole story. We never told her. Now I - Othello - will tell you: We were a very happy cat family at the house of our breeder and she was a very nice lady who loved us very much. She always played with us and mommy and petted and talked to us - we had a very good time. I lived in a seperate room with mommy and my littermates. Our bigger brother Kashim who was a "left-over" kitty from mommies litter before mine. He was very affectionate with us kittens and that's why he was allowed to stay with us. He helped mommy to care for us. He groomed us and looked after us like a nanny. Kashim and I always were closest and we would sleep and snuggle with each other most of the time. He always made sure that I got my fair share of milk as I was the tiny weeny kitten of the litter and the others won't easily let me got to mommies milk bar. We had a happy life with no need for change! Sometimes visitor would come and play with us and we took it as a fine change in our daily routine. We were always very curious...and loved to play with them and being petted by them. One day a young couple would come to our home and talk to our lady. They played with us and I loved to curl up on the woman lap while she was petting me and Kashim played joyful with the young man. We heard the humans talk about how bonded we were and that we should not be separated 'cause we were so close. I only listened with on ear 'cause I was so happy with all the snuggling and felt so warm and safe. Then the humans left us for having some coffee and talk and me and Kashim curled up next together again snoozing away... Later our lady came back again. She came in with a big box and stuffed it with our favorite blankie and some of our toys and such. Kashim was curious and went ofur to look what was happening there. The lady lifted him up, cuddled him close and kissed his head. She turned him round to look into his face and said: " Good-bye my big boy. You gotta be a good boy and look after your little brother will you?" Kashim licked the ladies face and then she put him in the box where he curled up again. Then she came ofur to me and lifted me up into her arms as well. She snuggled her face into my belly furs and snuffled it just the way I loved it. Then she kissed my head too and sad: "Good-bye my little baby boy. Take good care and be a brave boy for me will ya?" She putted me in the box and I snuggled up to Kashim chewing on one of our mousies. She closed the box and we were lifted up. I heard her talking to the young people again and then they carried us away... I was to sleepy to be worried and with my brother next to me I felt no need to be worried anyway. *** *** *** Othello About me? About me? Wait, wait I have to think! I am not as big as Kashim is. I only weigh 3-4 kilograms 'tough I am just 1 year jounger than he is. He me brother and I love him very much. I love to jump on high places and hide there. I can oversee the whole room from there and I like that. When I was smaller I used to copy everything me brother did and that meant a lot of trouble for me. I dunno why we could not stay with the family we first were but Kashim said it was not nice there. I dunno. Guess I was to little to remember back then. I was only 1 year old when we came here to live with our mommy. I loves her very much and I like to snuggle with her and make buiscuits and meow a lot. I cannot purr very well, dunno why. Mommy always is very happy when she hears a slight and soft purr from me because that happens not very often and she recons that I fell very very comfortable then. But I do talk with her very much. I call her or I love to answer when she is calling me. I also have to talk when I go to the pooo box or when I go and have some water or anything else... Here are some random pics of me. For larger versions please just click on them.
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*** *** *** Kashim Wanna know something about me? Well, what could I say? I am a big (yes I do weigh 9 kilograms) boy who likes to purr very loud and who talks with mommy when she talks with me. I love my special hiding places and am not a big snuggler. I like to snuggle with mom though but more when I place myself near her. I love tummy rubs but hate to be held. When I was smaller I used to loke men more then women but then something has happened but I can't remember that good and now I do love my mommy and I lkie the husbandman (but his not very often around here anyway) but besides my mommys dad I don't like men at all. I can be very possesive and bossy, especially when Othello is around. you know he is me brother but first he is the younger one and second we are no littermates so I am the one who rules. I used to protect him when the man we lived with before mommy became mean - he is my bother and I love him but I don't have to admit that in public, do I? Here are some random pics of me. For larger versions please just click on them.
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