Sadly, my little Anaïs passed away on May 28, 2011; she was almost 10 years old. She was a soft and gentle creature, who brightened my life immesurably. Always a sweet lady-cat, she was my constant companion, following me around everywhere. I will never forget her.

     I have two new kitties now, Cybèle and Oriane, Exotic (short-hair) Persians, and you can see them HERE. Her web-page, below, and the rest of her web-site, is exactly as it was - all of the links work; enjoy it!

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     Hi dere, an welcome to my liddle webby-page. I'm Mme. Anaïs Lachatte (dats mine piksure), and I'm glad dat you've come to take a look. So you may be wunnerin' why I iz writing in whut seems to be a strange languwidge. Well, I'm a CAT, not a human, and it's tough enuf typing at da compooter usink mine frunt paws, wif mine bak paws on da chair - so you can hardly expekt a cat to write like a hooman, wood'ja? Dis languidge is called "meowchat", its been aroun' for over a decade; and whenever cats on the internet talk, dey use it. You can find a glossary ov it here.

     So den, les see, where wuz I... Hokay, I'ze a Purrsian kitty, wif long, luffly furz. I wuz born on Joon 6th ov 2001 wif da name Charo's Creamsicle of Serifinaz, an' liffed in a furry nice cattery, Serifinaz Persians, in Mew Jersey. If you click on dat link, you can see lotsa piksures ov pretty kitties, some ov which you can take home to become your best widdle frend! I was wunce a show-cat, and I won lotsa ribbonz an is a Champion, but now I is retired, an liff wif mine human.

     Iz glad dat I'ze fownd my one-troo-home wif mine hooman, tho I'ze hafta keep trainink him. He'z gotted furry gud wif giffink me my monthly baff an' blow-dry wif da growlmonster, an' combs my furz effery day. Hez pretty gud fur a hooman, an effurry nite he giffs me tummy-rubs! Mostly, he likesta smoke cigars or a pipe an' reed bookz; buttid he leafs lotsa pilez ov dem bookz all ofur da compartment: on tablez, on da floor, all rite in a kitty's way! Like all hoomanz, he duzen't haff any fur, buttid he haz sum short wiskerz - do dey don't luk too useful.

     I spends da day training fur olympik napping, as well as purrfektink my skilz at putting myownself in the exact place da hooman wantz ta be attid any giffen moment! I'ze also prakticez two uffer late-nite kitty-olympik effentz: da hi-speed gremblink chase, followed by da broad-leep-on-da-bed. Ifn itz dun wif finesse at - say at 4:00 AM - da hoomanz will show dere appreciation wif skweelz ov delite!

     Well, enuf tawkin', letz luk at sum piksures. Pleeze take a look at my piksure album whiles I tells you abowt eech piksure. I effen haff anofur page on dis webby-site where you can see piksures ov mine fwends by puttink da mousey-fing here an' clickin'. But pleeze take a look at mine piksures on dis page; dey'll be anofur link to my fwends page down at da bottom!

 

	Now, here's a piksure ov me guarding the bigbig bed. To a kasual opserver, it mite luk like I iz sleeping, but dat iz certainly not da case. I iz an undercuffer guard-kitty!
	Dis here iz a piksure ov da hooman dat I liff wif. Hiz name iz Serge, an hez a lawyer. We liff in a furry nice compartment in Mew Jersey, just across da riber frum Mew Yawk City. He claims to be a gud cook, he likes fuds an' wines an' cognac an' armagnac, an' cigars, an' is furry gud at keepin myown food an' wadder bowls full, an' da lidder-boks empty!
	Herez anuffer piksure ov myownself, still undercuffer, guarding da bedrum from greeblings an introoderz.
	Dis iz mine widdle cuddle-sleep nest dat da hooman had an automotive interior place make fur me. It'z black velvet wif liddle tassles, an a leppord floor. Itz comfy fur a kwick nappy!
	Herez a piksure ov me on da raydiator cuffer, guarding da window from 'trooder dogs an greeblings!
	Dis heer is a piksure of Dupree da fewett, who wentid to da Rainbow Bridj at da aje ov 8, which is old fur a fewett. He wuz mine human's fafforite fewett, an he misses him. May liddle Dupree danse an' dook in eternal sunshine!

 

     Well kittees an' hoomanz, fangu fur stoppin' by an' lukin at my photo album, an' I'ze 'preciate your droppink in to say HiHi! Buttid befur you go, scroll down to da bottom ov dis payje, an' reed my fafforit poem!

     If you wants to see mine RPCC friend's piksures, click here!

The Naming of Cats The Naming of cats is a difficult matter, It isn't just one of your holiday games; You may think at first I'm as mad as a hatter When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES. First of all, there's the name that the family use daily, Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo or James, Such as Victor or Johnathan, George or Bill Bailey - All of them sensible everyday names. There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter, Some for the gentlemen, some for the dames: Such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter - But all of them sensible everyday names. But I tell you, a cat needs a name that's particular, A name that's peculiar, and more dignified, Else how can he keep up his tail perpendicular, Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride? Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum, Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo, or Coricopat, Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum - Names that never belong to more than one cat. But above and beyond there's still one name left over, And that is the name that you never will guess; The name that no human research can discover - But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess. When you notice a cat in profound meditation, The reason, I tell you, is always the same: His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name: His ineffable effable Effanineffable Deep and inscrutable singular Name. by T. S. Eliot Published in 1939 in "Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats".

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