At the World Show in November 2003 we met Jørgen and Linda who breed Devon Rexes. With them they had a very nice stud (friendly, calm and with a good coat) called Narnia's Pinoccio - he is Black and White, rather like our Athos. Willow's kittens from Pinoccio were fine in quality, but as two had died from FIP, we decided to try a different mating, just as a precaution. But, Pinoccio had a son called Børve, a 'ginger' cat, also with a very good coat, and thought to be also of blood type B, so we decided to ask if we could use him.....
This time it was easier for Linda and Jørgen to have their male stay with us. (They were moving house and using a caravan temporarily.) Børve came here soon after the beginning of July and stayed for almost four weeks. He is a delightful cat, and was happy to join in with the rest of the household after the three day honeymoon! At the end of his visit, we took him back home where he was delighted to be back with his own family, although in strange surroundings.
Before we allowed the pair to mate, we took Børve to see Kirsten and she arranged for the blood type test to be done. The result conformed that he was type B so we let them get together as Willow was already showing interest! As Børve was such a shy cat, although very loving to everybody, I tried to imagine what he was feeling in this strange situation. I wrote a letter from him to Jørgen and Linda where I imagined what he might want to tell them if he could. Here are some excerpts.
Dear Mum and Dad, having a lovely time, wish you were here
Do you remember that after you introduced me to Tony (one of the two humans who also live here), you brought into my room a girl cat who has the same sort of fur as me, but silver? Well, she hissed at me a bit, but we slept on the sofabed together that night after supper, and she was not too bad. Her name is Willow.
One morning after Tony gave us breakfast, Willow started acting funny, and I felt that I should do something about it. So when she was rolling on her back, I jumped on her middle and bit her throat. She didn't seem to like that, and Tony asked me to let her go, so I did. Then Willow started wriggling around on her stomach and whenever I tried to sniff at her, she wriggled even harder and I couldn't work out how to get closer to her. In the end, Tony put his hand on her back to keep her in one place and then I could get a good bite on her neck. Then the most amazing thing happened! Our bodies seemed to work together and we ended up doing what the humans call "making love". Willow enjoyed it as well.
We stayed together in our room for two days, still doing it. Tony said that we were very good and kept bringing us food. Willow didn't seem very hungry, so I kept her dish clean for her. On the third day, I think, Tony opened the door and let us into some more of Willow's house. I knew there must be some other cats who owned it, but when I looked around I found a lot. Tony has something in his head that lets him know where they all are without having to sniff each one, and he says that means there are Willow and 'ten' more. I have learnt all their names now and there are Willow and her two sons Clementine and Rowan, who look like her, but bigger. They call me their stepfather, whatever that means, and are fun to play chase and wrestle with.
There is another curly cat called Athos but his curls are different. To start with he hissed at me a lot, but he is OK now. Another cat who hissed at me a bit is called Zozie. At first I thought she must be sick as she has hardly any fur, but once she started talking to me, she said that she is a very special cat called a Sphynx and Tony thinks she is beautiful. Maybe. There are other girls - Sille and Twinkle who are both bigger than me, but rather shy. Another one is called Evelyna and she says she is the only one in the whole of Denmark. Doesn't seem anything very special to me, but she loves to play.
There must be something odd about girl cats - three days ago Evelyna started rolling around. I went to see if I could help, but Tony and Myrtle put her in another room I haven't seen yet and can't get to. Sometimes we change around and I stay in my room for a bit. Oh well - if she is so special - leave her to it!
Do you want me to live here always? You haven't sent me anything, but Tony says that you are OK and one day he will take me back to you. I really hope so. Much love from your Børve
We did what we had promised him and drove him to his new home. He was happy to see everyone but puzzled about the caravan and its little cat garden. Jørgen had earlier suggested that we could keep him as their home was in a mess, but as he was Jørgen's own special friend, we thought that would be unfair. We really liked him as the photos below show, but when we saw how he greeted all his family, we were pleased we did as we promised. Sadly, the new house that were having built proved to be one of those "cheating builders" disasters and was never finished so they had to move again. Even sadder, Linda died of cancer very soon after that move.
There is a page specially for the litter that Willow and Børve had later that year - it is the photo below Børve's picture link.
Here are some photos when he was living with us.