Our breeding queens? Oh, they’re royalty.
And we? We’re just their loyal staff, doing our best to keep up.
In our home, things are simple:
Every cat is not a "breeder." She’s a personality.
With opinions. With taste. With preferences.
And yes — with her own favorite TV shows. (Some of them really do love screen time.)
She’s a friend. A bedmate. A breakfast inspector.
And of course — a mother.
But not forever.
Because every queen, one day, hangs up her crown.
And when she does, it’s with full honors: a soft sofa, a plush toy of her own, and a quiet life where no one dares interrupt nap time.
We don’t do math here. We lead with the heart.
So here’s how we roll:
No weddings before 18 months. Just flirty window dancing, plush teddy crushes, and living her best young queen life.
Between litters? Vacation, darling. 8 to 12 months of spa days, sunbathing, and that “please don’t talk to me, I’m contemplating the horizon” energy.
After 3 to 4 litters? She’s officially retired. With unlimited snuggles and a lifetime subscription to the good life.
Quality over quantity — it’s not just our motto.
It’s something every paw in this house agrees on.
Here’s what we believe in:
Not one cat with a genetic time bomb. We’re not playing roulette with lives.
No trendy mutations that cause suffering. If blinking hurts, those eyes aren’t “cute.”
Inbreeding? Hard no. Not our chapter.
Pairs are matched with care, not based on some cute photo.
And if a cat has a serious defect? We retire them, give them love, and let them live a happy, responsibility-free life.
By law — and by conscience:
Our cattery is fully registered under Austrian law (§ 24a TSchG, for those who like receipts).
But listen — papers are papers.
What really matters is this:
That look.
The one where a cat locks eyes with you and says, “I trust you.”
And we say, “I know, baby. I’ve got you.”
From that moment on — it's sacred.
Every cat who has lived with us carries a story.
She gave life to kittens who changed someone’s world.
She taught us patience. Grace. The art of purring at just the right time.
And we are grateful.
For every night she curled beside us.
For every freckle on her nose.
For the trust she placed in us.
Because being a breeder doesn’t mean having “a lot of kittens.”
It means knowing when to say:
“Thank you. You’ve done more than enough.
Now just live. Just be happy.
You are loved. You are family.
And you, my girl — you are free.
