FLUFFY FROM FRANCE

First of all, a friendly Meow to everyone !

I am a Norwegian Forest Cat, or at least I look like one and I have most of  its typical characteristics.  One of them is my size, and that’s why I have asked my housekeeper and secretary to prepare this page  -  my paws are much too big for using the keyboard of  my computer. 

I was born some time in summer 2010 and I must have lived in an environment where I got a very good education and I love books  -  but somehow I got lost. In February 2011 I finally found a place that seemed to be to my liking because it offered food and shelter. Thanks to my good education I had survived my time as a homeless cat (yes, I am pretty good at catching my own food) and I was quickly accepted as a family member (because I already knew how to handle people).

I therefore happily settled in a residential area of a village in a rural area of South-Eastern France, in a house surrounded by a garden with trees and with big hedges all around. I have a very sedentary lifestyle; I leave my own territory only occasionally, mostly for playing with a friend who lives next door. I like to play cat-and-mouse with him; he is a particularly small tomcat and therefore he is always the mouse, and I with my weight of 8 kg and my fluffy furcoat I am now a very respectable representative of my species.

But being afraid of anything that moves or makes noise (such as strangers, cars, lawnmowers and vacuum cleaners). I am having lots of catnaps on one of the appropriate places in the house (such as beds, chairs, cartons, baskets and computer keyboards  -  a laptop is best, because its keyboard is so nicely heated).

In only one point I do not fulfill the specifications defined for a Norwegian Forest Cat: I hate snow.  Thanks to my waterproof outer coat I do not mind rain so much and even when it rains I prefer a discrete place under the hedges to an indoor litter box.

This does however not mean that I am not a perfect indoor cat during the few months in the winter when I am relocating to my secondary territory, an apartment in a resort town in the South-West of Germany. I like that place, particularly because the view from one of its windows is far more interesting than what I can watch from my house-and-garden territory:  Birds in the trees, pigeons on the neighboring roofs, and people walking their dogs on the square below provide more action than the street passing by my French residence, where "rush hour" means something like three cars and one pedestrian per hour.

For such travels I do of course have an official EU passport, and it is probably very appropriate that this certifies that I am a cat of French rather than Norwegian nationality.