Who We Are
We are a small, home-based cattery located about 25 miles southwest of St. Louis, Missouri, exhibiting our pedigree Siberian cats primarily in shows licensed by the Cat Fanciers’ Association in the United States. We started a small breeding program in December, 2016 to produce our own show quality kittens. We do not plan to produce more than 2-3 litters per calendar year, and will only have a limited number of kittens available for adoption. Preference will be given to those individuals and families who have an interest in learning about exhibiting Siberians in CFA or TICA licensed shows, and we will be happy to mentor you if you have an interest in acquiring a new hobby.
In late 1978, I adopted my first two kittens – a brother and sister. My mother did not allow us to have any four-legged furry critters, so one of the first things I did when I moved into my own place was get a pet. My sister’s cat had a litter of four kittens – I had placed two of them with friends for her, and I was only intending to get one – but as I saw the remaining one sitting on the seat of the lawnmower watching his siblings leave, I couldn’t leave him behind. I took him, too, and was forever glad we did. He was a small red tabby that looked just like the 9 Lives spokescat Morris – so that’s what we called him. Though his sister was on the skittish side, he remained a devoted companion to me, my future husband, and our future kids for 21 years and began our love affair with our furry felines.
We discovered that once a cat was used to having another feline companion, they did not like being a solitary companion, so over the years we always tried to keep two cats and occassionally three – mostly rescues plus a kitten from a friend who didn’t have her cat spayed in time. In addition to Morris’s black tabby sister Maow, we had a grey and white spay named Punky; Elsie, a calico that our daughter saw the day after she was home when she was 7 years old and became her devoted companion for 19 years; Dexter, another red tabby we adopted at about 7 weeks old from foster group after Morris crossed the rainbow bridge in 2000, and Sylvester, a two year old, black and white part Maine Coon from a shelter when Elsie crossed over.
Dexter and Sylvester quickly bonded. We thougth we would have these boys together for a long time, but it wasn’t to be. Our big, beautiful boy Sylvester suffered a massive heart attack. I rushed him to the vet, and she was unable to revive him. She said the most likely cause was HCM – hypertrophic cardiomyopathy. I had never heard it. She said it was an inherited disease, and Sylvester looked to be at least 50% Maine Coon. She told me that HCM was a problem in Maine Coons and cats that were six years’ old like Sylvester is when the disease would manifest itself, often with no warning.
Once I got past the initial trauma and shock of losing such a young cat with no warning, I began to contemplate our next family member. Dexter had lost another companion, and was clearly moping. I knew I needed to get him a new companion but I now had some new things to consider. Our daughter had met the man of her dreams her freshman year of college and eventually married him six years later, but he had one flaw – he was allergic to cats. I had noted that he seemed far more allergic to Elsie than Dexter, which was curious in my mind because Dexter had a much longer coat. I later learned that the coat had nothing to do with it – it was proteins in the saliva that were deposited on the coat when the cat groomed itself. I had begun to hear about hypoallergenic cats, and thought maybe, if I got one of those, maybe he would have less trouble when he came over, though I was a bit skeptical that there was any such thing as a hypoallergenic cat.
I did a little research on the internet and discovered that the cat was calleda Siberian, and it wasn’t some manufactured breed in a laboratory, which surprised me. It was a 1000 year old breed from Russia and other parts of Europe, and was discovered to be lower in the protein Fel 1 d. Russians didn’t have as many cat allergies as people in the US. I did an internet search and found a local Siberian breeder, Slava Siberians. We exchanged a few emails, I filled out a questionnaire, and soon I was on her waiting list.
I tried not to be a pest but it was hard. I was anxious to get a cat. Dexter was really moping. I tried to keep my status inquiries down to one a month. The breeder had given me some idea of when the kittens would be born, so asking about them was not going to make them come any sooner.
Or would it? After one of my inquiries, she asked me if I would be interested in an adult. She was thinking about retiring some of her adults, including Major, her first show cat, but hadn’t made up her mind about him yet. Sure, I replied. I had no need to break in a kitten, plus I had seen Major on her website – he was gorgeous. The adult just needed to be able to get along with Dexter. She assured me they would. Major got along fine with other cats. It turned out by the time she had made up her mind about Major, there were now two red kittens available, too. Who did I want?
We went out to see Major and the two kittens at the friend’s house where the kittens and their mother had been living. The breeder was unable to meet us there, but sent her Russian husband.
When we met Major and the two kittens, it was not a contest. He won our hearts immediately, and we asked his owner how they could bear to part with him. To share the love, he said. I didn’t fully understand his comment until months later, and how unique this breed is.
After a few months, GC, GP Cica Myyor Dar Yaroslavovich Black came to live with us. Everyone who met him loved him. Best of all, our son-in-law really did seem to tolerate him better. After about a year, they decided to get on her waiting list for a kitten. I told them I would buy it for them as a Christmas present, though who knew when that would be. The Slava waiting list was longer now than when I was on it.
While on the waiting list, I got an interesting email from the breeder. She had just had a litter of four very promising kittens, she said. She really needed some help showing the kittens. Would my daughter and her family be interested in one of the kittens? She would need to allow her to show the kitten, or, if they wanted to, show the kitten themselves. She would also give them another kitten, free of charge, as solitary kittens often do not make good show cats. The kitten would be shown until he achieved his Grand Champion title. Then, he would be neutered, and they could either keep the second kitten or return him.
I was dubious that my daughter would be interested. They had two small children, and lived in a 900 sq ft house at the time. With my son-in-law’s allergies, one kitten was a risk. Two would double it. But it wasn’t for me to turn it down, so I relayed it to my daughter. She thought about it for a day or two, as it would have shortened the wait for the kitten, but then decided she would wait for a kitten they could just bring home and be their pet.
She wasn’t the only one who had been thinking about it. I had fallen in love with this breed, and wondered if showing these cats would be a good stress relief from a high-stress job. I’ve loved all my cats, and they have loved us, but there was something extraordinary about Major. He wasn’t just affectionate, he was empathetic. He seemed to know when we needed a little extra attention. I asked the breeder if this was the breed or was Major just something special. Both, she basically said. The breed is affectionate and loyal, but Major was a special boy beyond that.
I emailed the breeder and said Linda thanked her for the offer but though it would be prudent to wait with the allergy situation. But, I said, I might be interested. I’ve got Major here as a mentor – what’s involved with showing a cat?
Long story short, the breeder responded with an enthusiasm that sort of surprised me. She thought that was a wonderful idea, and agreed Major would be a good companion. Major loved to show, and he would be an excellent companion for the kitten. We came to an agreement. I was a little nervous about the commitment I had made to show him once a month. Would I like it? Would I get bored? Would I have the time?
I went to my first show in August, 2013, in my home town with our new kitten, Slava Better Believe It who she had nicknamed “BB” – for Brown Boy. He was a lanky six-month old Brown Mackerel Tabby with a shy but sweet disposition. I’d never set foot in a cat show prior to then, and it was overwhelming, to say the least. I had no idea that such a world existed. It didn’t take long to reel me in – BB was called to his first final in his second show. The one show a month proved to be a non issue, as I far exceeded that with in the first several months. He picked up steam as closed in on his eight month birthday, the age when his kitten career ended. BB achieved his Grand Champion title in only two shows after he turned eight months. In just 3 months, I had completed my obligation.
Not that it mattered – by the time BB had obtained his Grand Champion title, I was totally and completely hooked on showing and the Siberian breed itself. My daughter and her family did get a Slava Siberian of their own – Elliott, who adores my granddaughters.
I had no intention of ever getting into breeding, but as I became more and more an advocate for the Siberian breed I wanted to join the CFA Siberian Breed Council, and to do that, I needed to be breeder or co-breeder of at least three litters. My first step into breeding was to co-own Charodey Moonlite Serenade of Slava, Sarah, as we call her delivered her first litter in my home November, 2016.
A month before Sarah was due, I took the first step in building my own cattery. I acquired my first solo female, Taiga Star Ol’Gerda (“Duchess”) from Russian breeders who became my friends, and thought she would make a great match for a promising young male kitten I was showing for Slava. Duchess made the long journey by personal courier from Moscow to St. Louis, in December of 2016. A year later, Duchess had her first litter – two beautiful blue tabbies, a boy and a girl, and the first litter born as part of the Cyberkoshki cattery. You can see them and all our litters on our Available Kittens page. The boy became our next show cat, GC, BWR, RW Cyberkoshki Call Me Faithful, who we call Caleb. Sarah and Joey (you can read about them on the Queens and Kings pages) produced two litters for us, giving me the required number of litters to apply for Siberian Breed council.
You can continue to read about our cats and their careers in our kitten and show cat blogs and please feel free to contact us if you have any questions about our cats or the breed in general!