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All about Althea
For many, just the thought of a hairless cat is enough to make them shudder. For these people, the sight of a hairless cat is shocking, and touching one is downright scary. If you are one of these people, then this article is unlikely to sway you in the other direction. However, if you are the kind of person who has always been a little bit intrigued by the unique look of hairless cats, read on. Behind their striking appearance is a fascinating background, and if you are considering making a hairless cat part of your family, there is also a plethora of information to know about the proper way to care for these beautiful creatures.
Congenital hairlessness in cats is an extremely rare trait. Essentially, a hairless cat is the result of genetic mutations in one or more of the genes which encode for normal hair development. While the word ‘mutation’ implies that this genetic condition is unwanted and accidental, there are actually many breeders who select specifically for the hairlessness trait and work to maintain the hairless lineage in their cats.
- Sharon Dalton
- Province, Country:
- PA, United States
- Date of Birth:
- May 17, 2002
- Coat Colour:
- Van-like pattern in orange
- Eye Colour:
Mommee rescued me from where I'd been abandoned - a little used, unpaved road through the forest, halfway up a mountain. She said it was just 5 days until Merlin's First Bridgeday. (You can find Merlin's site in the Virtual Cemetery on this site.) At first, she wasn't going to adopt me, but then an angel or something whispered my name - Althea - into Mommee's heart. When she looked up the name, Mommee was astounded to learn that it means "healer" - which is what I was doing to Mommee's sore heart; she also found that it's another name for the flowering shrub, "rose of Sharon" - and Mommee's given name is Sharon! So she knew that I was meant only for her; I'm Mommee's "healing rose."
I love to sleep high up on my kitty condo, which also gives me lots of places to do my claws. But when I want Mommee's attention, I do my claws on her recliner while she's in it; I've taught her that this means I want to play with my favorite toy, the "bird" - bird feathers on a string attached to a rod. Mommee drags it across the floor & sails it through the air - and then *I* sail through the air to catch it. Mommee's astonished that I can jump *way* up in the air and flip over to catch the feathers! My other favorite thing is to chase my big "brother," Mordred; I like to suprise him and knock him off his paws, even if he *is* twice as big as I am!
I consider myself a prinCESS, and am treated accordingly; even a scheduled trip to the doctor's has turned into a circus, as everyone wants to pet me & hold me when I ride into the waiting room on Mommee's shoulder. And I'm a very good girl about it all, too; I just make myself right at home. If you're nearby, though - look out! I've been known to take a flying leap onto some unsuspecting person's shoulder! (I like to ride on Mommee's shoulder instead of being carried; I think it's much more regal!)