About Felicity Cats

Oh hello again! It seems like you want to get to know me a bit better, so here's a glimpse into my story.

I was born in the USSR, and let me tell you, it's no joke! Fast forward to today, I'm a wife, a mom, and a small business owner. My formal qualifications? Well, I'm an economist, and I've spent most of my professional life diving deep into the world of finance and investments.

Now, let's talk about my soft spot for animals. Ever since I was a little kid, I've been driving my mom crazy with my mission to save every stray, sick, starving, flea-covered, worm-infested homeless cat or kitten I came across. It was a rollercoaster of emotions, let me tell you.

But then, something changed. I couldn't bear it anymore. I was a child of the food stamps era, a young adult still relying on my parents… But when I became a mother myself, I knew I wanted my son to grow up around animals and have a pet. I wanted him to learn that he's a big human who looks after his little fur brother or sister. So, we got ourselves a cat. Serendipitously, a cute Scottish Fold named Lola joined our family. Little did I know how insanely adorable these cats are!

Lola was not just beautiful; she was also low-maintenance, smart, and independent. That's when it hit me – one cat was not enough! By that time, I had dipped my toes into the world of "Cat fanciers," participated in a few cat shows, and learned about the universe of purebred animals. So, we got Lola a husband – Charlik. 😊

All of this feels like a lifetime ago, back in 2005 in my mother Russia. A lot has happened since then, and maybe one day, I'll expand on that chapter of my life. But for now, let's fast forward to the present – I'm in Australia now (thank goodness!).

Here's the kicker: I've discovered this weird passion in me. I'm absolutely fascinated by being part of the whole process of bringing baby cats into this world. I want to do it right, from getting all my breeding cats' DNA tested (apparently, I'm a genetics enthusiast, who knew?) to finding the perfect matches based on specific traits and characteristics.

And it doesn't stop there. I'm all about making sure Mama cat is pampered and well taken care of, providing her with the best diet and environment possible. Daddy cats are just as important, keeping them happy, well-fed, entertained, and showered with love and care. And when those tummies start growing, I've become quite skilled at assessing the possible number of kittens (I used to X-ray my girls 10 days prior to their due dates just to be prepared and know how many babies were on the way, However, over the years of careful observation and working with the same lineage of cats, I've honed my ability to almost intuitively determine this by hand, examining the symmetry of their bodies, and other visual cues.

But here's the part where I might come across as a bit strange (especially for someone who used to crunch numbers and estimate returns and risks on investments) – I find the entire labour process incredibly special (it is not for the faint hearted, I can tell you that). The fact that I can help my cat out, support her during that challenging moment of her life, and see and feel how much she appreciates me being there for her. From cutting the umbilical cord to cleaning the baby's throat and nose, drying them up so Mama cat can save her energy for the next one in line.

"But cats can do it all on their own," they say. Well, you know so can women! It's only been less than a hundred years ago when women would give birth in the field while working the crop. Yet, for some reason, we now prefer private rooms with planned epidurals or C-sections.

Weighing them, watching them grow from tiny 90-gram mouse-looking, blind creatures into 1.5kg beautiful fluffy toddler cats.

I then transition them from room to room, starting with a birthing nest in my bedroom for the first four weeks of their life, then setting upa larger but still enclosed space/ “a camp” for up to eight weeks. I love socialising them, mostly by cuddling, sniffing, talking childish nonsense (the best job on earth) and even teach them the fine art of using the potty. After all, who doesn't want that skill, right?