The short version of the story is that we were former cat owners that got overwhelmed by cat fever last spring after seeing a photo of a famously cute grey cat who happened to be a British Shorthair.
We had a wonderful senior kitty fourteen years ago, a Russian Blue-type named Nikki. She died of kidney failure before our son's first birthday. She was a shelter kitty that belonged to Hubby before we were married, very sweet and an obsessive lap cat. After she died, we realized that we must have had allergies, since we were breathing and sleeping better, and our baby had fewer ear infections, etc.
Fast forward to last Spring. Jamie was clearly turning into an ornery teen, I could see how little time was left before he headed off to college. The 'empty nest' began to percolate in my subconscious, simultaneously while I was getting hooked on an on-line daily 'newspaper' in our hometown that started a feature "Dog of the Week", and then "Cat of the Week" for locals to post photos and little blurbs about their pets...
Then one day last Spring someone jokingly posted the Happy Cat NEDM as the Cat of the Week - that grey British Shorthair kitty of Can-I-Has-A-Cheezburger fame.. Within a day I had a full-blown case of cat fever and proceeded to railroad the family into getting another grey girl kitty - "this time a kitten, please - one with a little snubby nose and plushy fur and little round paws just like this cat - I MUST HAVE ONE!" Well, I got my way after we waited for months on several waiting lists of breeders miles away in Los Angeles ...The irony, of course, is when we finally tagged up with one of the breeders - two ladies who brought Brits to our local cat show last fall, Gary was the one who first spotted the little grey girl kitten they had who purred nonstop and he fell in love with her instantly and said she was the one...
Her temperament is not lap cat - she only gets in your lap when she's in the mood, but she is always right there when anyone is doing anything, very family oriented, devoted to playing games she invents or playing with us, doesn't hold grudges about nail trimming or baths to keep dander down etc., not a climber or scratcher at all and is so cute (we think) - a 'living teddy bear', that we can't imagine ever being without one of her breed again...
Fran