Our home?

 

It’s full of light and love — right in the heart of Vienna.
And the kittens who grow up here?
They don’t just come with pedigrees.
They come from calm, from kindness, from the absolute right to purr wherever they want, for as long as their little hearts desire.

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These aren’t just purebred cats.
These are names.
Bloodlines.
Their family trees read like royal scrolls — world champions appearing as often as great-aunts and uncles at Sunday dinner.
And their personalities? Just as regal.
Gentle. Steady. Warmly attached.
Every bit as graceful as they are grounded.

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What is our mission?
To preserve the real magic — to pass it on with each kitten,
so the next little one shines even brighter, even softer, even truer.

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They grow up around children, toys, kitchen talk — and yes, even the vacuum cleaner.
They know chaos.
They’ve seen the living room after guests.
And they’ve made a decision:
The sofa?
That’s not furniture.
That’s a secret place.
Sometimes a bed.
Sometimes your chest.

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They are polite.
Yes — polite.
Even in the bathroom.

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And every kitten already has a favorite place.
Some choose pillows.
Some choose blankets.
And some?
They go straight for your heart.

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We know each kitten’s soul down to the tiniest details.
We know who’s the little daredevil and who’s the quiet philosopher.
Need a kitten who starts purring the moment you say hello? We’ve got one.
Looking for a thoughtful little lady who takes her time?
She’s probably already watching you.
Maybe… she’s already chosen you.

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Their eyes? Blue.
As deep and clear as a July sky over Vienna.
Their fur? Softer than a cloud wearing silk pajamas. Practically weightless.
And beneath all that softness — strong, healthy little bodies, ready for the world.

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We hold the standard.
We honor the breed.
But more than anything…
we follow the heart.

Because for us, this isn’t a business.
It’s a calling.
It’s devotion.
It’s that one perfect moment
when you hear:
“Mrrrr…”
and just like that…
you know.

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