Rhea’s Birthday was yesterday, according to her papers. She’s now three. I didn’t adopt her and her half-brother officially until December. At that point I wasn’t even thinking about more cats, as Calpurnia would not be stricken for another month. It is a little strange to look back at it that way.
Having had a lot of bad experiences with adopting before Calpurnia, I looked around for doll faced Persian breeders and instead found a breeder of Napoleon cats. Now called Minuets, the hook for the breed is mixing the short-legged Munchkin gene with the doll faced Persian face. For genetic reasons, only one parent can have the Muchkin gene, so half of the kittens will have normal legs. Rhea and Davout are this “non-standard” kind.
They do not quite have the full Persian build – they do not have the thickish legs and stout body of a true Persian.
This is probably about the last time Rhea showed much fear of anything. She was very young and tiny, but she did have her half brother along on the drive from San Diego to Los Angeles city to where I would pick them up. She hadn’t been introduced to Davout before the trip, as she was still with her mother isolated with her sibs. Davout was a lot more scared of the process than she was, poor fellow.
While Davout is the more elegant looking, Rhea was the kitten I chose first. My first adopted cat was a blue-creme tortie. Rhea had a similar white blaze to Calla’s, which would be enough of a reminder.
She was such a tiny thing then, with a huge tail.
And even more huge ear floof. She sort of grew into both of them, but both are still impressive.
She and her brother quickly charmed the boys -Gus and Julius, both of whom were glad to see some youngsters to fill the void in the household. The kittens were very good and respectful of them both, especially Gus.
She already had her brother in her pocket – mostly.
She’s such a good little girl.