told by Faramir:

Once upon a time there was a pretty Birman pussy-cat named Cinderella and a stately Birman tomcat named Carino. These two met to produce the F-Litter of the Castle Seefeld. On the 23th of July, 2003 we (six really cute Birman kitties) saw the light of the world. And then it happened that in Lower Franconia (a part of Bavaria) a married couple wished to have two Birman-Kittens so much that they browsed the InterNet for breeders. Finally they were lucky and got in touch with our breeder Petra Brey-Scheuermann to Seefeld.

It did not take long and the married couple from Vasbuehl came to visit us. Both of them spent much time to take a close look at our group of six kittens and to get to know our breeder. Enough time for me (Faramir) and my buddy (Farouche) to show our best side and to pull out all the stops. Consequently, the result was that we conquered the hearts of Barbara and Detlef. They just could not stop thinking about us. All the way home they thought about the perfect names for us. However there was a specification: the names had to begin with F. So this is how we got our names.

They slept on it one night, but we had already caught their hearts. So they agreed with Petra to make the necessary arrangements the next day - jijjijjpji.

On the 1st of November, 2003 we were allowed as kittens to have our first ride in a car in the 1st-class compartment of the transport box to Vasbuehl. Petra and her husband Ruppert wanted to hand us over to our new owners. Petra also wanted to make sure that we would be given into good hands. Well, at the start we were somewhat shy. But I did not take long and worked up all my courage to climb out of  the transportbox and took a closer look at my new domicile. Farouche, the scaredy cat, needed much more time to leave the 1st-class compartment.

Our breeder had brought a nice gift box with her. The content of the gift box was spread in our new cat litter pan. Inside the box was cat poop,and it was quite obvious where we had to do our business. And we made a huge impression on our new owners.

When inspecting the house, my brother and I discovered a bird cockatiel named Micki. At the beginning he really caught our interest, and he ranked among our favorite prey. Me and Farouche "besieged" the cage of this feathered creature. However he was quite willing to fight and flapped his wings to keep us off his turf. Such courage taught us a great deal of respect. Now and then we were even bawled out by our owners.  Initially the chap was quite jealous; he even dared to have his lunch from our feeding bowls together with us. He was really lucky that our owner stood between him and us. For some time we even considered to scare the hell out of this dicky because of his impertinent behavior. Now we have come to an arrangement with "Chief Croaking Feather" and simply ignore him. This is not always easy when he disturbs our well-deserved naps with his whistling.

Now we have lived quite some time in Vasbuehl in a small, pretty row house together with Barbara and Detlef. We feel quite happy here and they really adore us. And, by the way, what I almost forgot to mention, the bird also still lives with us.