Cat House

Cat House at the international cat show

Cat House will be present at the international cat show on 10th and 11th October at the Celje Fair, occupying a booth in hall E.

We will present our work and you will be able to buy one of our handmade, exquisite, cat or other products and take part in the raffle, where each ticket will win a prize.

All of the proceeds will be donated to the care of homeless cats. Hope to see you there!

Why adopt a grown up cat?

Thinking of a new feline family member? Do you have the conditions for her and are you already looking at descriptions and photos of cats looking for a home? Do your eyes mostly stop at kittens, and you overlook adult cats, or you are wary of adopting adult animals?
Any potential fear is not well-founded, as there are many advantages to adopting adult animals:
Adult cats are generally not mischievous any more, having grown out of their teenage exuberance. Adult cats generally do not run wild about the apartment, do not get entangled in curtains or climb on them, they are less likely to lie in wait to jump onto your shoulders, generally do not climb up your trousers and while playing and petting they do not scratch or bite your hands. Adult cats like routine and a peaceful rhythm to their lives. They need less attention than kittens, which makes them perfect for most employed people, and are better companions for other adult cats.

If you like animals and if you are a serious and responsible adopter, if you would like to adopt a homeless critter, think about adopting an adult cat – you will not regret it.

Check out the adult cats, looking for new homes.

When you do not know how it should be

We met almost 12 years ago in an apartment building in the centre of Ljubljana. The red letters on the notice board screamed: “Someone should take care of the sick white cat between the 6th and 7th floor!!!” I blinked and decided to go check it out, but thought that really someone else should take care of it. I did not know anything about cats.

I stepped towards the elevator and there she was. White, long haired, with the weirdest head possible, inflamed eyes so you could barely see them, tiny and small. Fleas were jumping around on her, her fur was entangled and she had no voice to speak of. She was the one who made the decision, 'saying' "meoww" and she followed me to the elevator. The decision should have been mine alone, but in reality we both decided together. 

When we got home, there was a domestic drama. D-R-A-M-A! “Are you crazy, now you’re dragging cats around, can’t you see she’s sick? You already have dogs; don’t you know that dogs hate cats? You don’t have room for her! This is just too much!” If the reception hadn’t been so emotional, I would have probably called someone and asked what to do with a stray cat. This was twelve years ago when there were no shelters. But I was possessed with stubbornness, with a capital S. The cat needed help and that was it. I would deal with everything else later.

And I did... 'expertly' I decided that the cat was six months old at most and that the first thing to do was to remove the fleas. I gave her an ampoule and in a few hours she was dead. D-E-A-D! Poisoned. I took her to the clinic as fast as I could, but she died on the table. While I was shouting that they should do something, they tried to explain to me that the cat was at least 12 years old, Persian, and in a terrible state, not even breathing, not mine and perhaps nothing could be done. How could she be 12 years old if I judged she was at most 6 months old?!? With all my hysteria, the vets of course had no choice but to revive her. Which was successful, otherwise you probably wouldn’t be reading this. 

We spent six and a half years together. Several times she was critically ill for unknown reasons, once she managed to escape the cat flap for a few long hours while I was looking for her everywhere (except behind the bicycle a floor higher) and she shortened my life by a few years. She was allowed to walk on my unprotected balcony fence (what was I thinking ?!?) and despite my complete ignorance she managed to live as long as a cat should.

Since then I have had the pleasure of meeting many cats. Each of them had some of my Mici in them. A little wild, a little gentle, a little naughty and only a little bit obedient and good. A little picky, even more demanding and extremely secretive with a keen instinct for winning over the hearts of their guardians - at least those guardians, who are aware that they are taking care of a being with many needs, a being that does not, in fact, have nine lives, and that is hard pressed to avoid all dangers awaiting in the external world. 

If you desire a companion for 15-20 years, if you would like to learn something and if you are ready to give up on your flower displays and your curtains, and if you are prepared to tackle ambushes of wild beasts on your bare feet early in the morning in exchange for a few minutes of their attention, then you are in the right place! If you cannot adopt a cat, would you please consider helping us take care of her until she finds her own family. We are here to make sure that in the 21st century no one will think that they have to use up their mythical nine lives to catch mice.

And how should it be?