Two people, one old farmhouse, and rather a lot of cats
Maria grew up with Russian Blues in Kaliningrad; Tom learned to love them the way most people do, by being chosen by one. We started breeding in 2011 with a single queen, Vesna, and we have never grown past two litters a year — because kittens raised in a spare room are not the same as kittens raised in the kitchen.
Every litter is born in our bedroom, weaned in the living room, and spends its last month learning the ordinary noise of a house: the vacuum, the doorbell, grandchildren, dinner. By the time a kitten goes home, nothing much frightens it.
Vesna's line, four generations on
What comes home with your kitten
Two-year written guarantee
Against congenital and genetic defects, in writing, signed by both of us. Our lines are screened for HCM and PKD.
Vet-checked twice
At eight weeks and again at twelve, with both FVRCP vaccinations, deworming, and a health certificate for your own vet.
Registered & microchipped
TICA pedigree papers, a microchip transferred into your name, and thirty days of insurance already paid.
A bag that smells of home
Two weeks of their food, the blanket they slept on with their littermates, a favourite toy, and our contact details for life.
Our contract also says a kitten of ours never goes to a shelter. If at any point in that cat's life you cannot keep them, they come back to us. That has happened four times in fourteen years and we meant it every time.
Letters we keep on the fridge
“Anya slept on my chest the first night and has not really stopped since. Maria still texts to ask how she is, four years on.”
“We were nervous about flying a kitten across the country. He arrived on someone's lap, ate dinner, and was under the covers by ten.”
“Our daughter has asthma and we had given up on the idea of a cat. Two years with Grisha and not one bad night.”