There is a certain breed of cat that just calls out to me. It is “American Ragdoll”, a breed developed in California in the 1960s. I learned of it by accident when I rescued a cat from an alley in downtown Visalia in 1987. She was Fritzi, the cat love of my life. She was a lucky accident of random breeding, but closely resembled the American Ragdoll. When she died 13 years later, I was on a quest to find a baby Fritz. Wilson was located at a yard sale, and he resembled her physically but was spring-loaded in the p.o.’d position. He was definitely Michael’s cat, and lasted 3 years. (Bobcat? Coyote? Mountain Lion?) Then Prudence and Scout were located at the Fresno jail – they lasted about 1 year. After that, it was Amos and Zeke. Zeke wasn’t long-haired, nor was he quiet like a ragdoll. (still isn’t either of those things)  A bobcat tried to take out Zeke but Michael intervened and saved his life. The bobcat returned a week later and picked off sweet little Amos. 2 weeks ago, the Other JB told me of 2 litters of kittens at her RV campground and knowing better, I asked her to describe them. Today I went to meet them – the mother appears Ragdollical, one kitten might be short-haired, and the other has no tail and was too shy to come out at all.

He was the first to let me pet him – he is bold and fresh and will be called O’Reilly.

 

Mom appears very young and rather small – excuse the blurriness. She is incredibly soft and beautiful  and will be called Cashmere.