Lenthall’s Red was my first Maine Coon male bought for me by my husband, Vaughan. A magnificent red tabby and white! He went missing on 21 May 2005, and to date, we have no idea what happened to him. (This reinforced the need to ensure that my cats are kept in acontrolled environments.)
My first breeding female was Lenthall's Ice Maiden, a silver tabby. Her nickname was "Bitch” or "Mumma". After being part of our family for more than twelve years old, heaven decided they needed someone to keep all the cats and kittens in check. Enjoy the fun Mumma! We all miss you dearly.
Ice gave me the two most beautiful litters ever. In her first litter she produced two white kittens. What a shock, I did not realise one could get solid white Maine Coons!
EmaliniAvalanche (male) is Ice Maiden's great great grandson who lives with Keri - Dileen's daughter.
Dileen’s history with Emalini Cattery
Over a period of time I became more and more involved in the cattery. Eventually I did the Vet visits and would be on call when the Queens went into labour and Vera was at work but as the cattery grew we had cages set up in my garden to accommodate and house some of the cats.
On 1 April 2008 a kitten was born that was to change my life. EmaliniXanaduBlu aka Chuckie was very special in every way and he has grown into a wonderful companion. He is very good with the kittens and their mommies.
Emalini ragon Tip came into our home two years later and after a “discussion” with Chuckie he also became part of our family.
It is with sadness I say goodbye to my Emalini Cattery partner, Dileen, at the end of 2017. Dileen has decided that she would like to pursue other interests in her life. Thank you Dileen for all your support and help through the years.
I was sent this by someone many years ago and loved it (I do not know who wrote it):
"Memo to Cat"
- When I say move, it means go somewhere else. It does not mean switch positions with each other so there are still two of you in the way.
- The dishes on the floor are yours and contain your food. All other dishes are mine and contain my food. (Please note: placing a paw print in the middle of my dinner does not stake your claim on it, nor do I find it aesthetically pleasing in any way.)
- The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Beating me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me does not help because I fall faster than you can run.
- I cannot buy anything bigger than a king-size bed. Remember sleeping felines can actually curl up into a ball. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other, stretched out to the fullest extent possible.
- For the last time, humans like to use the bathroom alone. If by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it won't help to claw, meow, bite the handle or get your paw under the edge and try and pull the door open. (Trust me, I've been using the bathroom for years and I can cope without supervision).
- When you see me asleep on the couch, it is not funny to make a sudden leap onto my stomach and paw my face, no matter how much it makes other family members laugh.
- My sitting down to bite into a tasty sandwich is not a signal for you to casually look on from your perch, then begin gagging loudly and hocking up the most disgusting hairball in history.
- The proper order is to kiss me, and then go lick yourself. I cannot stress this enough.
To pacify you I have left the following message on the front door:
Rules for non-pet owners who visit and complain about our big cats:
- They live here; you don't.
- If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture.
- Like a customs officer at an airport, if you don't act naturally, they'll choose to search your bags before sniffing you for strange smells then checking out any unusual footwear.
- Finally, I like my Maine Coons more than I like most of my visitors!