Picasso and Matisse - my two Burmese cats 1.

I am a real cat-type. Even one of my e-mail addresses is ‘catwoman’. And this is quite OK. Cats and I belong together - one soul, two bodies. First I had some nice Turtleshell females - Lois Lane was the last one and now, for the first time in my life, I live with two tomcats. Why Burmese? My husband was a beginner cat keeper two years ago, so we thought about choosing the type that is nice, intelligent and loveable. We hit the point! These two tomcats are always ready for love, caressing and sitting in your lap. If they are not in our laps (or bed) they walk on one of our desks, sleep on the keyboard and when I get back to my computer I can see a note like kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk - that is in cat language - translating into something like: I was sleeping here for a while.

These two boys have very different temperaments in spite of the fact that they are brothers. Picasso is smart, moderate, disciplined, he is a contemplative-type, almost Zen-Buddhist. Matisse is the opposite - absolutely hedonistic, the one who ”does” things and anything bad he does, he does it with all his might.

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