Without my tomcats Rocky & Mowgli I am not complete! They already accompany me a notable part of my life and I cannot imagine living without them...

Both of them are black-white house cats, who like to annoy their mistress very often. If I would like to sleep a bit longer at the weekend, you can be sure that a heart-tearing up meow-concert will take place outside my bedroom – of course my pussies want to snuggle down in my bed, too.

 And if I dare to come home late at night, I can be certain, that my apartment has undergone some decorating variations.

Rocky is 9 years old and my „Ossi“-Cat since he comes from the area of Magdeburg (in eastern Germany). He got his name because he knew ,already as a baby, how to make trouble and let dance people to his tune.

Mowgli is 7 years. Another name was quite impossible (although there was a nice choice of names like Skimble or Tugger) as he was cross-eyed like Mowgli in Disney’s Jungle Book when he was a kitten.

In the mean time he is looking straight and the little – extremely Michaela-fixed – cat enjoys me with eating with the paws (instead of directly with his mouth) or minute-long running in circle and hunting his own tail...