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This is the story of Oskar, also known as Ozzie, our latest, and last kitten – mind you, we have said that before, and we do have an 18 month old and 3 year old pair of gingers.

When we lost Tiger, our beautiful Maine Coon Ragdoll cross, I was passionate about getting a Maine Coon kitten, as Tiger had been such a wonderful cat. I duly put my name down with a breeder and waited three months, but that came to nothing, unfortunately.

In the meantime you’ll see from “Frankie’s story” that Ken went to Sydney and brought Frankie back to Buderim, as he needed a new home. Frankie has one eye – we don’t know how he lost the other eye – but is a great member of the family, and I am particularly fond of him. He’s a darling, very loving and much loved.

Anyway, I kept looking for this, I was beginning to think, mythical Maine Coon kitten. I had also visited a wonderful Siberian cat breeder, but decided I really wanted a Maine Coon. Siberians are beautiful cats, but not big like the Maine Coons, which is what I wanted.

Maine Coons are the largest breed of domestic cats. They are the gentle giants of the cat world, are very beautiful, and have wonderful natures. They are also great companions for both humans and other cats, and are very intelligent.

In the course of my searching we came across a wonderful lady, Margaret Sharpe, who lives at Bellmere and breeds Maine Coon cats and kittens under the banner of Yendor Maine Coons. Margaret really loves her cats, and that was very obvious when she took us around her “breeders”. She took Rapper and Jack Flash, two large breeding males, out of their pens to show us, and they were just like great big overgrown kittens, loving and looking for affection. We – particularly me – were smitten.

Margaret took us into her house and showed us some of her young females, and also a litter of gorgeous kittens, about six weeks old. We were able to look, but not touch them, which was good. They were obviously very healthy, beautiful kittens, but destined for other owners, which meant if we went on Margaret’s list (which we ultimately did) we would have to wait a number of months before we could have a kitten. I was thinking, if I get to my next birthday we might have to opt out – we’re getting too old!

I had said I would prefer a blue male, as I have found the males the easiest to get along with, and we already had three indoor male cats, the two young gingers and old Frankie (of indeterminate age!). However, I was getting a bit desperate and would have been happy with any of Margaret’s kittens.

As it turned out, Margaret rang me a few weeks later and offered us one of the kittens from the litter we had seen, a classic blue tabby named Oskar – which, incidentally, was the name I had decided I would give my next kitten, but spelt with a “c”. Apparently his sale had fallen through, so we were really lucky.

Of course we decided on the spot that we would take him, and five days later – Oskar having been desexed, microchipped, vet checked, etc, etc – we became the proud adoptive “parents” of three month old Oskar.

We were keen to bring young Oskar/Ozzie home and introduce him to our other cats. I had expected Frankie, being the eldest, to take him under his wing, so to speak. Not so. Frankie was a bit put out by this impertinent youngster and there was quite a bit of very impressive hissing, all totally ignored by the kitten, I have to say.

However, Tommy, our smaller ginger, who had carried on, swearing and cursing, when we’d introduced Riley and Frankie, immediately accepted young Ozzie, in spite of Ozzie hissing at him initially. Riley, the other ginger, is very easy going and accepted Ozzie on sight. We have progressed from there and they are all now good mates.

Ozzie is regularly subjected to some very serious face and ear washing, which he tolerates quite happily, though at times seems a bit put out at being firmly anchored by a paw on his neck to stop him moving. It’s funny to see, but I think he enjoys being the baby and getting all the attention.

Ozzie is now just eight months old and weighs over 5kg. He is very rapidly overtaking the adult cats in size, but is still regarded as a kitten by the adult cats, and they still wash his face and ears and roll around “pretend fighting” with him, which he thoroughly enjoys.

He has a love of “gardening”, and my beautiful large fern, which is in a tub at the end of our large deck, comes in for lots of “pruning”. He started “gardening” soon after he arrived and absolutely wrecked a lovely little palm I had in a pot. He also collects the dead stems and spreads them around the house. They give him endless pleasure. We think he must have been a gardener in another life.

Of course the “cat” food bill has gone up quite a bit since Ozzie’s arrival, and we now also drive down the hill to Forest Glen to get his “organic” lean roo mince, which he loves. Every cat food bargain is snapped up by Ken and I, and there is lots of good “stuff” around the place for them to eat – sachets, tins, and Royal Canin biscuits – two varieties, of course. Meal times are always eagerly awaited! And of course the litter tray bill has also increased! What goes in must come out!!

Ozzie also loves his tummy being brushed, and is presently lying on the carpet in the office here, as he expects me to get down on my hands and knees and brush him. He lies on his back with all his paws in the air and practically “grins” with pleasure, purring all the while. He is a delight, if rather spoilt!

He is really growing rapidly, and I will do updates on him as he grows. Apparently, I’m told, he will be growing for four years, so goodness knows how big he will be by then. Ken is just measuring him, as he’s lying stretched out on the carpet, and from tip of tail to top of head he is already 1070cm – quite a big kitten, but still very much a kitten behaviour-wise. He does have a magnificent long fluffy tail, and is developing a very grand ruff around his neck.

However, Ozzie still does all the things any kitten does – he plays with his toys, and gets into mischief. He gets into my wardrobe, and Ken’s, and pulls belts out of dressing gowns and shoe laces out of shoes. He doesn’t discriminate between every day and very good clothes either. It all gets the same treatment, much to my horror on occasions!

He does love getting into bed with me at night now that the nights are getting cooler, and it will be interesting to see how we manage when he’s fully grown. He already takes up lots of room in the bed.

We initially thought we were too old for a kitten, but he’s been a wonderful addition to the household. I, of course, am a “helicopter parent”, and poor Ken has had to climb ladders and crawl around the deck floor to put extra fixings on the cat netting – quite unnecessary, I’m sure, but good for my peace of mind.

I now envisage Ken and I hobbling around in nine or ten years’ time, being led along by our big Maine Coon, Ozzie, who will be on a lead, of course. We certainly don’t regret taking him and he’s a very much loved, very spoilt member of our family. We can recommend a Maine Coon as they have such lovely natures. We’re really enjoying watching his development, and look forward to many years together with all of our cats. We would not be without any single one of them!

Below are Oska’s dad Rapper and his mum Vivienne




Magnificent Enclosed Deck

What a magnificent job this owner has done installing the cat enclosure for their deck, the boss is inspecting the finished product and appears suitably impressed.


Timmy, Henry, Rupert & Sebastian’s cat enclosure

claire-cat-enclosureClaire’s Patio Cat Enclosure

Claire’s patio cat enclosure is 6.1 metres long and 2.9 metres high and chose to enclose a triangular corner of her home on the Sunshine Coast with a CatSafe cat enclosure. Claire chose stone beige netting and installed a vertical 2.5 metre entry zip, instead of the usual “J” shaped entry zip.

This is what Claire had to say:

Just a quick note and picture to say we successfully installed the cat enclosure and the boys love it. Timmy (ragdoll), Henry (Burmese) and Rupert (chinchilla) are happy to look at the outside world, Sebastian (domestic med hair) however thinks it is a great climbing apparatus!!

Thanks again we love it and we are very happy with your product and service

Kind regards

Mango’s Courtyard

Hi Ken

Slight delay in sending pix. Here are a few, we are still getting around to a few cat friendly climbing steps on the walls but looking good.

The instructions were great, and it is just what we were looking for!

Will send some updated pix when 100% finished if you would like any more.

Thanks again


Our Latest Addition

Oska at 2 months old
Oska at 6 months old
Oska at 6 months old, already as big as our ginger cats

Cleo checking for openings on her new cat run

“Finally all finished!

It was a lot of work, especially cutting around the tress and getting the net tensions right.

I will leave the 2nd zip door for later.

Cleo now comes & goes via the bedroom window pet door and is a much happier cat.

Must say I’m VERY happy with how it turned out, and your kind support through out.”


Northern Australian Cat Run

There are a lot of palm trees in Darwin, so if you want to install a side of house cat run up here, you have to cut the roof netting across from the fence to each palm tree trunk and re-join the net again to make the cat run escape proof.

“We have four cats ourselves. My work was fostering the four of them and my husband and I originally wanted two of them, but try as my work could we couldn’t find the other two homes. So when we bought our house we decided to keep all four. They really do love spending time out the side of the house, having the enclosure was the best thing we ever did. We’ve done it up a bit using stuff from Bunnings. And our neighbours have all asked how we got the enclosure. So I am very happy to  recommend your service.”

Mum’s Verandah Cat Enclosure

“The cats are loving their new home looks fantastic and now Mum can sit out there and enjoy her verandah with them and the birds are already coming back to the garden It’s wonderful as she loves her gardening!”

Ben & Mac in their new cat enclosure

Ben & Mac show their appreciation after their staff  have just finished building their new patio enclosure, so they can snooze and watch the world go by while their staff are out at work earning money for cat food and tasty treats.

Frankie’s Story




This is the story of how beautiful, three year old, one-eyed Frankie came to spend the balance of his life with us on the Sunshine Coast – lucky boy!

First, I must back-track to a day in late February, when we’d travelled to Sydney the day before for a family court matter, and then had to wait for most of the day for a late afternoon return flight to the Sunshine Coast.

On our return home at about 7 o’clock that evening my beautiful big Tiger was keen to greet me, as were the other three cats, but he was my favourite. I had got Tiger as a kitten (my last!) and he was a beautiful 8 kg six year old. You’ll see that from the photo of him.

Tiger 2


I made my usual fuss of him, as I loved him dearly, but, unfortunately, and totally unexpectedly, two hours later he had a massive heart attack and passed away, fortunately very quickly. We rushed him down the hill (we live on the top of Buderim) to the emergency vet hospital, but he was gone. I had suspected he might have the defective HCM gene, and the vet confirmed that this had probably been the case. More about that at another time!

Ken and I were totally devastated, of course. It was a heartbreaking end to a day that had not gone as well as it could have.

However, Ken is very patient where our cats and I are concerned, and was happy to help me look for another cat, as he knew how much I missed Tiger. His passing had left a huge hole – for me, anyway. As a result Ken found Frankie advertised on Gumtree, looking to be rehomed by his Mum, Amanda. Amanda already had an old female cat, Saba, who had not taken to Frankie. I have to say, we’ve also found this with our female cats when introducing male kittens or cats.

Amanda had adopted Frankie from the RSPCA the previous July after he had been handed in with a badly damaged eye, which was later removed by the RSPCA vet. He was also desexed and microchipped at that time. Probably a lot of people would have been reticent about taking a cat recovering from such a traumatic injury, but Amanda took him home and did a wonderful job with him, giving him the love and care he really needed at that time.

However, Amanda’s work as a night superintendent at one of the large clubs in Sydney meant that she really did not have the time to spend with Frankie, who is very affectionate, and loves company and being petted. So ultimately she reluctantly made the decision to rehome Frankie – a very difficult decision as we know she loved him dearly – as do we. We believe her Mum also helped and supported her in this difficult decision.

As a result Ken flew to Sydney from the Sunshine Coast, picked up a hire car at the airport, and drove to Amanda’s home to collect a very unwilling, and very vocal, Frankie. Apparently they had great difficulty putting him in his carrier, and by the time Ken left for the 40 minute drive back to the airport both Amanda and Frankie were crying – Frankie very loudly. Ken rang me from the airport, very upset, and said he felt like a baby snatcher. I did my best to comfort both of them!

Unfortunately, as only some flights carry animals, they had to fly back into Brisbane on a late afternoon flight, which was fine for picking up Ken, but we had great difficulty finding the cargo animal collection place for Virgin Airlines. I was in a panic, of course, as it was a late Saturday afternoon/early evening and I had horrible visions of Frankie being locked up for the weekend; incorrectly, of course.

We finally got to the right place and Frankie was brought out in his carrier, looking quite composed, actually – far more so than I was! I spoke a few words to him and put my fingers through the cage door, and he seemed to be okay, thank goodness.

We were expecting a very noisy trip back to Buderim (about an hour’s drive), but there was not one peep out of young Frankie, until he gave a bit of a squeak just as we turned the last couple of corners to home. He seemed to sense that we were almost at our destination.

Frankie spent his first few days in the master bedroom, which has large bi-fold doors onto a very large deck, with a wonderful view across to the Blackall Range. I had done this with our previous youngster, Riley (now also known as Skippy because of his long legs!). There is a cat opening from the deck into this bedroom, but we closed it off to keep our other cats out of there until they got used to each other. However, they could still see each other (our two naughty young ginger males) through the glass, and do what cats do – hiss ferociously (just a big act really) at each other.

Frankie actually spent a lot of his first few days in the walk-in robe, behind the shoes, peering up at us with his one bright eye. The fact that he’d lost an eye upset me at first, but I’ve got used to it, and he certainly copes very well. However, I’ve become a “helicopter parent” and get a bit panicky when they roll around the floor playing and having the odd squabble, as young cats do.

But Frankie has settled in very well and is a source of much entertainment and joy for us. My elder sister Enid, who is now a little forgetful, particularly loves him, and she has a framed photograph of Frankie on her bedside table – which amuses me as I’ve never known her to be so besotted by a cat before!

Frankie doesn’t jump on the large cat trees, of which we have four, on the deck or walk around the large deck railing, but I guess this has something to do with his ability, or inability maybe, to gauge the distance to jump up. I’m not sure about that, but I do know he loves all the chairs (there are ten) on the deck, and we have to work around whatever his current choice is.

Frankie loves his food, to the point where I’m a bit concerned that he’s becoming a little overweight, but I’m hopeful that once he gets used to the variety of food available that will settle down.

He’s also a great talker, and has just come into the office and is saying something to me. He always makes his presence known, especially at 4.30/5.00 a.m.! Fortunately we’re early risers, so this doesn’t bother us. It has probably come about because of Amanda’s working hours, I would think.

So this has been a bit of a journey for us, and Frankie, but the end result has certainly been worth the effort and the cost of bringing him to live with us. I still grieve for Tiger, sometimes quite a lot, but I like to think that Frankie was meant to come to us, and we love him very much.

We also thank Amanda, to whom I still send photos and keep in touch, and her Mum for letting us have Frankie. He’s a wonderful, kind fellow and we’ll, hopefully, have lots of years of his wonderful, loving company.