A Breeder (with a capital B) is one who thirsts for knowledge and never
really knows it all, one who wrestles with decisions of conscience,
convenience, and commitment.
A Breeder is one who sacrifices personal interests, finances, time,
friendships, fancy furniture, and deep pile carpeting! She gives up the
dreams of a long, luxurious cruise in favor of turning that all important
show into this years “vacation.”
A Breeder goes without sleep (but never without coffee!) in hours spent
planning a breeding or watching anxiously over the birth process, and
afterwards, over every little sneeze, wiggle or cry.
A Breeder skips dinner parties because that litter is due or the babies
have to be fed at eight.
A Breeder’s lap is a marvelous place where generations of proud and
noble champions once snoozed.
A Breeder’s hands are strong and firm and often soiled, but ever so
gentle and sensitive to the thrusts of a kitty’s wet nose.
A Breeder’s back and knees are usually arthritic from stooping,
bending, and sitting in the birthing box, but are strong enough to
enable the breeder to show the next choice kitten to a Championship.
A Breeder’s shoulders are stooped and often heaped with abuse from
competitors, but they’re wide enough to support the weight of a
thousand defeats and frustrations.
A Breeder’s arms are always able to wield a mop, support an armful of
kittens, or lend a helping hand to a newcomer.
A Breeder’s ears are wondrous things, sometimes red (from being
talked about) or strangely shaped (from being pressed against a phone
receiver), often deaf to criticism, yet always fine-tuned to the whimper
of a sick kitten.
A Breeder’s eyes are blurred from pedigree research and sometimes
blind to her own cat’s faults, but they are ever so keen to the
competitions faults and are always searching for the perfect specimen.
A Breeder’s brain is foggy on faces, but it can recall pedigrees faster
than an IBM computer. It’s so full of knowledge that sometimes it
blows a fuse: it catalogues thousands of good bonings, fine ears, and
perfect heads… and buries in the soul the failures and the ones that
didn’t turn out.
A Breeder’s heart is often broken, but it beats strongly with hope
everlasting… and it’s always in the right place!
Oh, yes, there are breeders, and then, there are BREEDERS!!