Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Thank Goodness For The Buddhist Monks of Burma

I’m deathly allergic to cats.

Always have been.

I can walk into a house that has a cat and within minutes my eyes are puffy and watering, and I’m sneezing uncontrollably.

I always regretted my allergy.  Cats are wonderful animals. I always wanted to have one for a pet.

Thank goodness for the Buddhist monks of Burma.

They developed a breed of temple cat called a Birman.  Birman’s resemble a long-haired Siamese. Except Birman’s have a very laid back, live-and-let-live temperament.  Like the Buddhist monks they lived amongst.  Like me!

Best of all, Birmans are non-allergenic.  I can snuffle a Birman up close and personal, and not sneeze a whit.

Plus, the cats come with that most appealing trait of all, especially to a writer.  A good backstory.

According to legend, a pair of Birmans, a male and a pregnant female, were given to the World War II Flying Tigers as a reward for defending a Temple from a hostile force.
 These two cats were flown to France.  Eventually, the breed made its way from there to the U.S., and eventually to my living room.

I have two Birmans, Boris and  his mother Natasha.  Boris weighs in at 18 pounds, Natasha at a svelte 6 pounds.

They’re good company for me when I write.  Natasha stretches out on my lap.  Boris helps me type.  He’s gotten quite good at it. I’m thinking about getting Boris his own iPad and seeing what he comes up with.

Hey, I write about a talking rabbit.  Not much stranger than a typing cat.

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