I Am Batcat!

This is what Batcat looks like when his afternoon nap is brutally interrupted by someone (his staff). I managed to capture him in the middle of a yawn, which on the picture looks like a threatening roar.

I am not sure exactly on which day he was born, but it was in May 2003, which makes him six years old this month. Those years went by in a flash; actually, that year was a very significant one in my life and brought on many changes of a personal nature, among other things this was the year I found and bought my house.

Batcat was born on a small farm in the northern part of the Jutland peninsula. I have posted a few pictures from his childhood previously. The farm was owned by one of our student’s family and when the farm cat produced a litter of four kittens, our female student did her best to persuade me to get one.
Relentlessly she kept sending me the cutest pictures of all the kittens until my heart gave in and I decided to get a cat. Not just to me, but even to a colleague of mine, who chose eventually to go for the only completely black kitten. (I seem to remember that the student never worked in science again after finishing her education, but became some sort of a sales person. Well, this did not surprise me a bit, actually.)

I knew I wanted a black and white cat and there were two tuxedo kittens in the litter. One was beautiful, his colouring close to perfect. For a while, I was pretty sure he would be the one. Until the day before we actually drove to get our kittens. Suddenly I knew I wanted that skinny little kitten with very long legs, that looked hilariously funny and that was nicked named “Harry Potter” by the student, as he had a funny white mark in his forehead.
Well, his name became Samson, as I have always liked cats’ names to contain an "s". He was called Samson or “Samso-loono” as he was a truly “loony” kitten, always full of life and energy.
However, since the handsome Irishman came into my life, Samson is not called Samson anymore. Almost immediately upon their first meeting, he stated that Samson looked like a feline Batman - "BatCat”. With his two pointy black ears, he looks like he is wearing a BatCat costume - a true cat superhero. So, from that moment on, he is only called Samson by the vet.

Batcat is my most beloved feline friend. Being an inside cat, he looks almost like a toy. His paws are snow-white and always clean, his pads are soft and smooth - his whiskers are long as they never get worn and his fur is always pristine, luscious and shiny.
As no other cats ever enter his territory, which is the house, he is very laid back and relaxed, as he has no need to feel anxious about protecting it at all times. This also means he stays away from hostile encounters with other cats and animals that can spread diseases. My large windows offer views of surrounding nature where he can watch birds and other animals through out the year, without hunting or killing them, as other cats do.

He is Batcat and he knows it.

Happy Birthday Batcat!