Cat
Owners of British shorthair cats don't want the secret to get out. They know they have found their perfect house cat for any environment. The British shorthair is a popular breed but it is their personalities that can often set them apart. Now, every cat owner will think their breed is the best on earth. And they may well be telling the truth because if your cat is perfectly suited to you and your environment and your personality, then it is the best breed for you. So, grant me a little bit of slack here because I want to talk about my British shorthair from a peculiarly biased point of view. I know, I know, it's all been said before and it's also been disagreed with before and agreed with too, but I want to have my say anyway! My British shorthair is a male of adequate proportions, meaning he is a little overweight, whose name is Buster. I picked up Buster from a reliable breeder that I have been dealing with for many years and transported him to his new home with me and my family when he was about 10 weeks old. Although he cried and scratched at his transport box as we drove him home on the two-hour journey, he left into his new environment with great joy and with no apparent sign of trepidation. In fact, he christened his new environment almost immediately on arrival and did so for the next week or two as we slowly introduced him to his cat litter box. He is nine years old now and I have watched him develop and change over that time from an inquisitive, sometimes cheeky and very demanding little pussy cat into an inquisitive, cheeky and very demanding adult male. He dominates his environment, and his family, in equal proportion. In fact he has a daily routine which he follows almost rigorously without exception. Every morning he will appear from his evening sojourn at about 8 AM and expect his morning snack to be ready in his bowl. If the family has slept in he will parade outside any bedroom door issuing his command to be fed. He will not result from this activity until he receives an adequate response. After his snack, which he never really completely consumes, he will rest in his favourite corner, or somewhere under the house, or somewhere in the neighbour's house or perched in a high vantage point on the deck at the back of our house where he can casually open an eye every now and then to look for intruders. He may wander in from time to time to complete his morning snack, but generally will be on scene until precisely 4:30 PM. It is at this time that he reappears to demand his evening meal. With the evening meal complete he will disappear until 6:30 PM, when he will reappear to demand a small top up feed. He will wander around the house for the next two hours making casual conversation with us until 8:30 PM when he will disappear again only to re-emerge at 9:30 PM whereupon he seeks solace of my wife's lap to be cuddled and scratched until he purrs with contentment. He then leaps out of her lap to begin his nightly crusades. He has been demonstrating this routine to us for several years now and so I can only conclude that he is a creature of habit and at the same time a self-reliant confidence Is who is truly master of his domain.
