Picasso and Matisse - my two Burmese cats 2.

All my life I have adored cats – exactly from the age of five. During the years I had brought up a wide range of domesticated cats. I had taken care of several generations of tabby and spotted cats so I can rightfully say that I felt myself prepared when I decided to live together with two Burmese tom-cats. I proved wrong. You can’t be prepared for this. The Burmese is not simply a cat, nor even a cat, it is somewhere between a cat, a child and an alien concerning its nature. You argue with a Burmese (he warns me…) since he has an opinion about everything and he doesn’t keep it for himself. The Burmese’s creativity never lacks inspiration, especially in case of stealing food, wandering on the top of the furniture, playing and pampering. Let alone the joy of sleeping together (he strictly insists on it) and everyday habits. The Burmese is a partner, a child, a friend, a sleeping-body, Boss and Love. So many things that only within the frameworks of a whole series can I tell everything about them, about us…After a rather longish searching and quest, the two cats arrived on a minibus from Latvia to our home. Absolutely logically I, as a cat-lover, would have brought down the stars for them from the very first day on, my husband (who had never had pets) wanted to confine pet-keeping between strict rules, specifying where the tom-cats can go and where they can’t, what they can do and what they can’t. The first day, of course, passed in the fever of getting to know each other and giving names to the new-comers. Following heated disputes and argumentations, the tom-cats were given the names Picasso and Matisse. Picasso is my husband’s favorite painter and Matisse was the great painter’s friend. Picasso seemed to be a kind of tough and adventurous guy, who wasn’t afraid of getting into every nook and cranny and smelling anything that came to his way. Matisse, however, was a quiet, careful and shy kitty, who refrained from our company for the time being. The kitties according to their nature, following their arrival and the accompanying first worries, carefully mapped all the nooks of the flat, smelled every possible objects. Then, they fatigued by the long journey and the excitement of the new home, we mesmerized by the charm of being new cat owners tumbled into bed early and rested up for the adventures of our life together.

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