Milo

If you every want to own a cat, consider a Burmese. Milo here is about as pliable as they come, as long as it suits here, which is most of the time.

Poor little girl. She isn't enjoying the cold weather at all. Last night I had her undercover with me, probing for the warmest spot in the bed. In my case it's my armpit. Milo will sleep there all year round. Yes, even in the heat of Queensland summer she will seek out human contact.

Milo came into our posession about ten years ago when friends of ours had to work in America for 3 months. Milo couldn't go so a Burmese kitten was flown up from Sydney to stay with Uncle Martin and Auntie Jo. Uncle and Auntie quickly became Daddy and Mummy. When Our friends arrived back in Australia we refused to give Milo back, instead negotiating a deal where we bought them a new Burmese. Thankfully they agreed. Milo was meant for us.

Since then, she has been our baby of sorts. She has to spend her days out in our front deck cat enclosure because while she is in the house unsupervised, she chews on electrical cables. Apparently that is a common problem with Burmese. Poor thing, about 5 years ago we got home to find her whiskers burnt off.

Why do we keep her in a cat enclosure. Well, among other reasons, her breed hasn't lost it's murderous instinct for catching and eating native wildlife. Milo was a prolific killer of all things feathered and furry.

Anyway, I know there is a great divide between cat lovers and cat haters, but this little girl is very much in the loved category in our house.