IC & GIP Cattractive King Lear

Where Caterwaul’s Dom Perignon made people smile, the King (Kinkybinkie as we called him) caused sighs of admiration. He was royalty and it showed. From the moment I set eyes on him in Cheltenham in 2000, he and I had a thing going.

He made beautiful music with my females and actually took part in raising his babies. He cleaned bottoms and ears and played with the kittens. His father Gr. Ch. Positively Uther Pendragon was still siring kittens in the UK at the ripe age of 15 and the King would have liked to beat that record but the vet intervened.

He set another record in our home though by winning 13 Best In Show cups. I took him to shows until he was almost nine years old as he was such a credit to his breed. Small sexy ears, short legs, stocky body – he was so handsome and always such a gentleman. When he wasn’t used for breeding anymore he still contributed to the feline kind: he was a regular blood donor for the First Veterinary Dutch Blood Bank.

At night he used to sleep on my hip. I called him my little Reiki-master as he cured insomnia and made me feel the world was OK as long as I could feel his reassuring weight during the night. It was his special place and only when one of the female cats was pregnant (how could he know?) did he allow her to take his place.

In July 2010 we noticed that he wasn’t interested in his newborn great grandchildren (litter by Poppycock and Bubbles). That was so unlike him that we started to worry. He was examined by a specialist and the ultra sound showed that he suffered from an inflammation of pancreas and gall bladder. The specialist was very thorough and checked his heart too. So you might say that the King had his final HCM-negative screening at the age of 10.

But having a healthy heart was no cure for this nasty illness that ruined my lovely boy in a couple of weeks. He was on medication and took his pills without making a fuss, the way he had always taken everything in his stride. We tried to make his life as comfortable as possible but in the end there was only one thing left that we could do for him….. On a rainy Sunday the King left us. I hope he is sipping champagne with Dom Perignon now. He will always live on in my heart and through his children, grand- and great grandchildren.

Another essential thing that he left me is a warm friendship with his breeder, Sue Tiedeman, who came over to see him several times. Losing my Royal King and Dom Perignon (who was also a great grandfather of our present litter), my two big fellows, so soon after another really makes 2010 an “annus horribilis” (to cite another Royal or what was it Queen Elisabeth said?)

About Me

Sire: Gr. Ch. Positively Uther Pendragon
Dam: Positively Ariadne

Colour: Blue
April 20th 2000

HCM/PKD testresults



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They say memories are golden
well maybe that is true.
I never wanted memories,
I only wanted you.
A million times I needed you,
a million times I cried.
If love alone could have saved you,
you never would have died.
In life I loved you dearly,
In death I love you still.
In my heart you hold a place
no one could ever fill.
If tears could build a stairway
and heartache make a lane,
I’d walk the path to heaven
and bring you back again.
Our family chain is broken,
and nothing seems the same.
But as God calls us one by one,
the chain will link again.