I am the Rooster. My job around here is to take care of all the hens. To be honest it is the dream job, and especially with my girls, which truly are the best chicks in the world. The truth is that I could not have done my jog with out the amazing support I get from my beloved chicks. You see I am a disabled rooster, as one of my legs stopped develop before the rest of my did. I also kind of get easily ill and therefore I am a frequent wing at the Maifrin Animal Sickbed Housing (MASH).
I arrived here together with 3 chicks, and we where the very first birds to arrive here at Maifrin. We where bought from a breeder that had been recommended from several other humans. This only shows that humans don’t know much.
I was so tired when I arrived here that I could hardly keep my eyes up and I felt rather bad to be honest. The human though this was a little strange, but since he had no experience with us bird she did not want to take any changes so she brought me to the vet. The vet said I was very ill indeed. Something about a nasty bacterial infection and being completely filled up with worms. Luckily the hens only suffered from worms! So I went into the MASH for my first time, but not the last. Because I did survive, but my health never got back to a 100%.
When my human went back to the breeder to complain and ask if he would like to take any responsible at al, the answer was a very clear “NO”. If she wanted to have chicks she had to learn that they got sick and died, and he also said the rooster was fine when he sold it. This wasn’t an option off course, as we where the first chicken there, and nobody could have passed it on to us there.
I don’t mind being disabled though, as it really doesn’t slow me down much. I love jumping around with my chicks and find tidbits for them to enjoy. Then I keep watch while they eat. Oh I love one and every one of them. They are my pride and joy. Did I mention that they are the most beautiful and most amazing chicks in the world?
Favourite hobby: watching my beautiful chicks and make sure they are well off, prune myself so I can look almost as good as my beautiful chicks, brag about how beautiful my chicks are to everyone who can hear it, and especially the rooster next door.
The Rooster has now left us. All his illnesses (all a result to a breeder to wich money were more important than the welfare of his animals) did in the end result to his all to early death.
He might have had a short life, but my did he do the best out of it. The Roosters spirit will always be with us and an insperation to us all.
Thank you for letting us get to know you!
I am the only citizen here that was actually born here at Casa Maifrin. I had lived here for 8 years when the cats brought the humans here. Even though I had never lived with neither cats or humans before I am so glad they arrived. The humans are great and the cats aren’t to bad either, and even though mom and I managed very well when we lived alone I do feel a lot better now. But please, let me start at the beginning.
I was born in 2000 by the best mother ever, the GodMother Dog. She was the strongest and bravest dog ever, and she did not only teach me every thing, she thought for me as well.
There were no people living in the house. The house used to be a summer house, and the owner though it was great to have a couple of dogs there, as she could brag about having dogs at her summer house, which was taken care of by here servants. The only problem with this story was that she didn’t have any servants. Obviously she did not believe in spaying either because she was a true catholic. Therefore I was the only one of many to survive, the other died as puppies due to the combination of malenutrient, inbreeding and parasites sucking up all there blood, so even though I am a little weak and they say my brain stopped developing at age 2 as a result of this, I was the strong one.
When I was born the Good Lady had just died, and here daughter removed everything she thought could be of any value. She didn’t look twice of the dogs. So when I arrived our only contact with humans was the food a local man gave us every second day. He did not have any room at his home, so we stayed here, but we run free and we thought having our fur and skin overgrown with ticks and flies was just the way it should be, after all we did not know anything else.
Then the cats and humans arrived. By that time we had been locked in the barn for several months. We were very ill, and my mother was almost dead. The humans was kind enough to break us out of the barn and they stated to give us food. We didn’t trust them no bit though, so as soon as a new morning arrived we went away, and I had to carry food up to my mom as she was too weak to go back and forth herself.
It took us 3 weeks to trust the humans enough to let them put a collar on us. I was so scared that I pied myself. They insisted on removing every tick I had, that took them 4 hours over 3 days. The human tried to count them, but lost count when she reached 300. The vets came and saw us several times a week, but after a while my fur grew back, my wound grew and I could finally use my time to something else than scratch myself. Truth be told, I had never felt better.
We started to notice that the human left on foot only to return about 1 hour later. Was she going for a walk? We took matters into our own paws and started to follow her. She was indeed going for a walk. Unfortunately the human didn’t approve of our need to tell all the cars off, so she insisted to have us on a leash! We fought it every way we knew but the humans stubbornness for once showed bigger than mums, so we lost.
The humans also liked to go away in a car. So we decided we wanted to check it out for us self. One day we insisted to with them, and we did. It was great, we loved it! Actually you can not drive to much. The first time we met up at the vets office we were all so proud, vets included. Our humans weren’t impressed though. It was something about us refusing to use a leash when other dog could see us. According to them they got some really strange looks carrying a 25 kg dog around. I only weight 12 kg, so that was off course much more normal.
In the end we got tired of being carried around so yet again we started to work on the leash. We wanted to go with them in the car, and if we had to go on the leash to make this happens, well it was kind of blackmail if you ask me. But when we started the silly leash thing, they brought us to the bar. Yet again we loved it. Let me tell you, very fast become regulars.
We started to travel a lot, and we even went all the way to the ocean. The cats might have travelled from Norway, but we, we went to the Mediterranean. Actually that was the only plce we disapproved of, to much water and all that noise!
It kind of snuck up on me, but suddenly I realized that my mom sometimes thought I could get out on walks with out her, and sometimes I even was allowed to go in the car with out her. The first times I hated it, I was terrified of being alone with out here to tell me what to think and say and do. Mom always knew what to do. It seem she did is this time as well. She was getting old (18 years) and she trusted that with the new humans I should be able to manage by myself. Then one morning she did not wake up.
Being alone was awful. It was the worst thing never to happen to me. It is now a half a year ago and still I just want to lie next to here in out dog bed. I got so scared I was gong to lose the humans as well, so I never let then out of my sight, never, I even slept in their bedroom.
After a couple of week we went to a dog shelter. There we met the Sheppard. We dated for 2 weeks, and then she insisted on moving in with me. She did. In the beginning I was a little disappointed of her maternal instinct, and she didn’t even want to sleep in the dog bed with me. She still isn’t mom, but she does her best, and today she is my best friend. She likes to tell me what to do just like mum, but now I have learned to think for myself as well, and sometimes we sleep together in the dog bed as well.
Life just isn’t to bad, it is actually quit good.
Favourite hobby: Sneak into the living room for a nap in the sofa.
I am the Chief, and as the name say, I am the Chief Cat around here. You do off course know that being a Chief Cat means that you are the big boss of everyone and everything. I am a natural at that, and as all good bosses I know it all is in the delegating. I delegate a lot. Still all the responsibility is with me and that is something I take very seriously.
When I was little I moved in with a human lady. She played with me all the time and I was so found of here. She was my life and we where having a ball. The weeks went on and the lady played and played. Than one day she started talking about me being to big and that I was no fun anymore. Tried my best, but nothing I did seem to please here anymore.
One day she brought me to the vet and said she wanted to put me to sleep, as she could not be bothered with me anymore. The vet did not understand, as she said I was a wonderful cat, but the lady insisted. The vet didn’t want to put me to sleep though, so took me over and I got a place at a cat shelter.
Suddenly I was one of many cats. I was treated well, but I missed being just the lady and me. I got depressed. I spent the days just lying there and nothing could share me up. Actually I was so depressed that I let one of the female cat bully me.
Than one day I was put in a cat carrier and this lady open the box and said: “OH MY! He looks great, but are you sure he really is a cat, he is huge!” The cat shelter lady said that was because I was half main coon. Then she took me to this home where the only other cat was the Model. There I met this male human and he said: “OH MY! He looks great, but are you sure he really is a cat, he is huge!”
Even though it was over a year since the first lady left me at the vet, I was still very unsecure and spent most of my first weeks behind the television. But than it was the Model, he was in that very annoying teenager cat age and had this idea that he should be the boss of us. I just had to put him right! Soon I hadn’t time to be behind the television anymore.
I really started to enjoy life again. I had a lot of fun and the humans were actually OK and almost understood all of my needs. I decided them to actually be trustworthy. I was shocked when they one day just disappeared and left us with our first sub-human. The sub-human lived with us and treated us very well, but still I got a flash back and got depressed and refused to eat. But the surprise was that they actually came back to me! So the next time we had the sub-humans staying, I ate, knowing they actually would come back. Off course they should stay home all of the time.
Other fostercats come and left, but the Model and I stayed on. Then the Primadonna arrived as well. She made me look like the most self secure cat ever! Well eh the Model doesn’t really count, his self secure is beyond this world anyway.
One day the humans said they had bought a house in Italy. It was bigger, and had a lot of property outside as well. Would we like to join them or would we like to go back to the cat shelter? Even though going with meant a lot of visits to the vets and even more driving exercise before a 2 days trip in the car, we decided to go with. We haven’t regretted that for a moment.
Our home here in Italy is great. To be honest it could be bigger, but nothing is purrfect. The 2 dogs the GodMother and the Boy Toy was a small dissapoinment, but I delegated the dog responsible to the Model and that was the right thing to do, and he soon had them under control. Long before the humans had them under control actually.
Today I spend my days trekking and checking out if all of my citizens handle their small responsibilities. In between this I enjoy a nap or a small drink of water. If I have some spare time I used it to impress the Primadonna, unfortunately she is not easily impressed, but I am not giving up.
My favourite hobbies: Bossing everybody around, especially the humans, sleeping, drinking, flirting with the Primadonna, and trekking.
Lupus the Chief Cat has now left us. He fought long and hard, but in the end he lost his figh against CRF (Cronic Renal Failure). This is a cruel illness stealing a cats life gradually, and in the end there is nothing left but an empty shell. Some cats can live with this decease for years, but there is no cure. Lupus managed a little more than a year after it was first discovered, but he had to fight for that year.
We would like to thank Lupus for the 6,5 year we had together. Those were great, and we miss you dreadfully, but we know you had to leave us.
Nighty nighty Lupus, sleep tight and dream sweet!