Dear "Grandma" Sue: We consider ourselves so fortunate to have found your web site three years ago. When we saw the photos of Snow Prince, who was 3 years old at the time, we fell in love with him and couldn't wait to get him home. He is now 6 years old, and each day we find an additional reason to love him. Thank you so much for making it possible for us to find a little companion with such a sweet, loving nature. And his coat of fur is so plush we can't keep our hands off him. Therapeutic, indeed! Everyone falls in love with him when they meet him, not only because he's so beautiful but because he is so well behaved. He was obviously well loved and trained during his first three years with you. Thank you so much. Below is a current photo of our "little boy." Best wishes, Elvi & Tony.
Dear "Grandma" Sue! Thank you soooo much for our dear "Mama". The first time seeing her owl eyes I knew I had to have her. She is sooo beautiful, and makes our home so much more interesting. She rules the roost! We love her dearly, with all of her different personalities- from playful, to loving, to Queeen- and am looking forward to our next kitten with you! Thanks for all the love you put into raising such beautiful and well cared for animals. With love from Colorado! Moni, Samuel, and our Mama Macerama!
Booboo came to me from the Quietimes Cattery and I could not be happier with him. Booboo is a dapper little fellow; perfect in every way! Susan was a huge help in helping me find the right cat and also getting him to me safely and without any complications. May the cat you get be as great a companion as little Booboo here! -- Tom T., New York, NY
Sue, A Testimonial From The Cat It was a cold, sunny morning that Friday, January 6, 2006 when Grandma Sue kissed me goodbye and sent me on my journey from Helena, Montana to NYC to live with my new mommy Lorin. I was eight months old at the time and not yet weighing my full grown five pounds. All that I had was my baby blanket, a toy, food and water and the blue fur on my back. I reflected back a month when I was in the nursery and a call came in from a dear friend of Lorin's, requesting to learn more about me. I was so flattered as she had chosen me from all of the male folds she had viewed at various catteries. Grandma told the friend that I was small with a big personality, beautiful, loving, very intelligent, great disposition and loves to give kisses. As a matter of fact my name at the time was "Love Potion Number Nine." My new mom to be had just lost her beloved cat of over nineteen years so I knew that I had tall paws to fill. At the time, she was so grief stricken that they weren't sure if she was ready for a new kitten to enter her life. I waited nervously for two days to learn the outcome. I was very attached to grandma Sue and spent most of my time riding on her shoulder; however, my litter mates were leaving the nest and I wanted my very own home as well. Grandma finally told me that my new mom to be had read my bio and looked at my photos and fell in love with me; hence, I was embarking on my new journey as Zander (named after Alexander). My full name on my papers lists me as "Zander Blue Button Bear" and I have a list of nick names far too long to reiterate. That was over four years ago. FYI, I also have a younger brother Brandon whom we all adore. Just one sniff and we bonded for life. As I was used to having fury friends to play with, I was lonely when mom was out or at work. Being the vocal boy that I am, I conveyed my feelings and she complied with my wishes. I recently heard mom chatting on the telie with grandma Sue and my ears are still ringing with the praise I received. As a matter of fact, they'd be standing up if they had been folded. Mom thanked grandma for raising such a wonderfully sweet boy and that she couldn't have been happier with the choice her friend had made when selecting me. She also admitted that most of her guests come to visit me and my brother. After all, I do know how to turn on my Zander charm and kiss everybody who comes through the door "smack on the lips." I've even been compared to a dog (don't know how to take that one). LOL Once they are comfortably situated, I ring my wind chimes for my guests as I am quite the entertainer and consider myself to be a musician. I've attempted to play the piano but unfortunately my paws are too light to push down the keys. Perhaps once I'm enrolled into Meow High School, I can take up the bag pipes. Look for me on you tube to see me performing! Thank you on behalf of mom and myself for reading my biography and if you are contemplating adopting a cat or kitten, I strongly refer you to Quietimes Cattery and my loving grandmother Sue. Hugs and kisses, Zander Dear Susan
Dear Susan~ Finally, some pictures of Noah for you . He is such a doll. Thank you so much for him. I couldn't have asked for a more perfect kitty. He is so affectionate, well mannered, playful, and a very, very handsome little guy. I'm always getting compliments on what a beautiful cat he is and how incredibly soft his fur is. You did such a wonderful job with him. What a healthy little guy he was and still is. After his first visit to his vet, the doctor wrote on his exam sheet "Outstanding cat" and "Beautiful". I absolutely agree!! Thank you Grandma Sue and Grandpa Mike for my sweet little Noah. Brandi LOL! I love it! Noah is doing great. He sleeps in bed with me at night (all night) with his head on the pillow. It's sooo cute. He's still nervous and really doesn't care for my dog Nike (she is such a nag). He is a very good boy and yes he is definitely laid back. When he plays you can just tell his imagination is going. Very smart also; I kind of feel bad for saying this but it seems as though he is quite a bit more intelligent than my regular cats, like he really thinks things through. Do you often find that to be the case with Scottish Folds ? Brandi
It's been ten years since my husband Kevin and I moved from the Boston area to the Annapolis area: two historical, albeit somewhat varied milestones of the Eastern Seaboard. Annapolis is to a fair degree separate from the hustle and bustle both of Baltimore and especially the Nation's Capital, and yet within reasonable commuting distance to both major cities. Annapolis is a quaint, relatively quiet smaller city with a beautiful, historical downtown surrounded by quiet suburbs, the Chesapeake Bay, and the beautiful Severn River. The Annapolis area is not only nice, but very economical especially compared to the major east coast cities. We moved here with our Newfoundland, Clouseau who was 6 and 1/2 at the time and were able to purchase a home in a very pleasant neighborhood directly adjacent to Annapolis. Our neighbors are the nicest ever, and it has a good size yard for a large dog, which Clouseau certainly was. When cancer got the better of him 4 years later I was devastated. I'd never lost a dog of my own before. When we got him he was a 3 month old puppy and I was 25 and I guess I thought he'd live forever, and Kevin had grown so attached to him he took it even worse than I did. Fortunately, some solace was brought by 3 cats who lived with the people who sold us the house. A lovely family: 3 children, very responsible hard working young man and woman who in their spare time are volunteers at a local animal shelter. The house was getting to small for them with the third child on the way and they also had 2 golden retrievers and 5 cats. Three of their cats they had adopted from the shelter shortly after they moved here in the very early nineties. Mark, an accomplished carpenter, had constructed a home made cat tree complete with landings and a tree house at the top; very sturdily constructed in a discreet corner of a laundry room which had a door with a conspicuous hole in it where the kitties could go through but the dogs could not. To sum up, this family loved and took very good care of their pets, that much was clear, and we all got along in many other ways too, and yet they implied it was difficult maintaining all the animals because their pets had come from different backgrounds and didn't all get along. I suggested that I'd always wanted cats, so they let me choose from the family of three (a mother and two daughters), or their other two cats. The mommy, Zephyr and her daughters had clearly claimed the laundry room with it's tree as their retreat and/or home if things got too busy around the other parts of the house. So in a way, these kitties whom I grew to love so much had "come with the house" so to speak. When Clouseau died they were there to comfort me and it got to a point where I felt I'd never be able to bear losing any of them either. When we adopted them they were well in to middle age and when we did have to let them go several years later; it hurt so much; I had grown very attached to them, and the house seemed very empty, and even after a year and a half of losing Lucy and Ethel who became sick and died a year and a half after their mommy, the pain was just not going away. One night Kevin and I happened upon a special on Animal Planet where they were describing different breeds of cats. When the excerpt on Scottish Folds came up I was hooked from the first glance and told myself at least to put it into the back of my mind to search for when the time was right. Not too long after, I thought I just wanted to look at some pictures of Scottish Folds, and when I did a general search it wasn't long before I came across Sue's wonderful site with all of these great pictures of Scottish Folds! Kittens and Subadults available, the one that really caught my eye was a long haired folded male, which looked like an adult from his picture. Sue had named him, Mr. Blue Jeans, and the name suited him just perfectly. He really looked like the show cats on the special I had just seen, the longhaired version. Scottish Folds also come in shorthair, and I browsed the available "adult cat" section just to see what was there and what I saw, I just couldn't resist. Mr. Teddy Bear, is what Sue had named him and his pictures and her description of him was just too much and I knew I had to have this cat. After Emailing Sue for the first time, I found out elsewhere on the sight that Teddy's roommate and best friend was the one other cat on the adult page, Mr. Stanley. Stanley is an elegant, exquisite creature who reminded me a little of my Ethel in body frame. Nothing comes close to that face of his however, and just from looking at the pictures Sue took of him there was just something that said "Silver Dollar", and took me back to my childhood when I used to love collecting silver dollars and visiting Silver Dollar City with my mom and dad in my home state of Missouri. Both Stanley and Teddy were almost two years old when I purchased them. They have been worth every penny and then some. These cats have been carefuly bred over the decades specifically for domestication and their temperament has been astoundingly different from any other cat I have ever had. No scratching. They never scratch. They can easily be taught to scratch on a scratching post or flat scratching toy, but they never scratch people even by accident and an accidental scratch on our furniture has been extremely rare. Zephyr, Lucy and Ethel would scratch on anything they could, the furniture the mattress in our bedroom any box that happened to be lying around, and they were almost semi-wild in that they would scratch up my arms in protest every time I needed to put them in a carrier to take them to the vet. It was something I had just gotten used to. I loved them sooo soo much and they loved me but it was always on their terms. When Lucy became sick with hepatitis I was able to train her to take medicine orally but it took a lot of time and patience. And putting her or Ethel into a carrier to take to the vet was an extremely stressful event every time. I have had no such problem with Sue's cats. Kevin can't even believe they're cats he says they act more like dogs in their friendliness, and this story just gets better and better. I couldn't get my mind off Mr. Blue Jeans, he was almost an adult, and looked quite a bit like the long haired Scottish Folds we'd seen on animal planet. He was sent to us no problem and my hands then felt pretty full, but I had become addicted to Sue's site and saw that Blue Jeans' brother (litter mate) needed a home after an initial reservation for him fell through. This cat's name is Bobbie, Sue has named all our cats, and from the pictures I couldn't believe my eyes, but when we picked him up from the airport he behaved differently from the others as we drove home with him, with me sitting in the back seat of the car and the door of his carrier facing me. The other 3 cats turned away from me out of shyness, they'd been through a lot from the flight so who could blame them and they burrowed into the blanket Sue had sent along with them in their carrier. Bobbie was quite a different story. He kept looking directly at me, inquisitively with big round dark blue looking eyes as if he was curious about me and his new surroundings. His eyes never left me and when we got him home and inside (it was dark outside when we picked him up from BWI) we put the carrier on the floor and opened the door. Our three other cats: Blue Jeans, Teddy and Stanley just sort of sitting or hiding from a distance watching, at first nothing happened. So I'm thinking, is Bobbie just acting a little shy, or... and then this unbelievable creature emerged from the crate. Quite confidently I might add: plush medium-long coat with a large plume of a tail. Bobbie is a tricolor, a tortoiseshell, where the colors swirl and best of all, there are these splotches on his mostly white muzzle. And what a face! Along with big, round dark blue eyes, Bobbie also has this adorable fang that sticks out just a little further than normal and his lip sometimes curls up naturally to reveal it. It's hard to describe but it is sooooo cute. The first thing I said to Kevin was,"oh my gosh, no wonder she named him Bobbie!", but what came to mind also due to Bobbies' long plume of a tail and speckled face reminded me of a somewhat larger wildcat is a larger wildcat, the snow leopard found near the Himalayas. Bobbie can have the look of a Bobcat, Lynx, Snow Leopard, from time to time he looks and acts like a dog, and there are times when he even looks like a baby seal when he's all curled up, and staring at you with those huge eyes of his. Scottish folds are human-oriented animals; they are bred to be loving and have excellent temperaments. This will be true of any Scottish Fold, straight eared included. If you purchase a straight ear the perk ears will be the only difference between the folds and the non-folds. Teddy's ears are only ever so slightly folded, he's practically a straight ear, and he was my first pick. I have been telling Sue ever since he arrived he's my dream cat: laid back, huge and once you start petting him you can't stop; he has a luxurious coat. Both he and Stanley are shorthairs thus very easy and fun I might add to comb and maintain. Since Scottish Folds have been bred to be fully adapted to domestication, they have no sense of the danger of the outside world, and must be kept strictly indoors. A clean environment, good quality food, regular vet checkups and a well maintained litter box are must-haves. I highly recommend a non-clay based litter since the clay in litter can cause illness and fatalities in both cats and dogs, and health problems even in people who happen to inhale it's dust. I use "Worlds Best Cat Litter", and have been very happy with it. I have four cats, but again, no kids, and any expense to buy and maintain a Scottish Fold or two for a family, or someone single, or even maybe someone with another pet like a dog; anyone who has the time and desire to make one of these beautiful human companions a part of their life, will be well worth it. There will be expense involved, emotional as well as some financial in order to be an ideal owner. Sue Tyler has been wonderful in answering all questions I've ever had, gives great advice and has lots and lots of experience with animals. I highly, highly recommend her and as she already knows, I am extremely tempted to purchase yet another cat from her. You will love these cats. Elli and Kevin, Stanley, Teddy, BJ and Bobbie from Annapolis, Maryland
Thank you so much for Willie! It's been only 2 days that we've had little Willie and he has already brought us so much joy! Pete and I have always done shelter or rescue cats so it was very different for us to get a kitten that we had never met. We are amazed that you described his personality and is traits to a tee. We love that you know your babies so well. We appreciate you went above and beyond the call from first contact and we are very grateful we have such a bundle of love and purrrs! Thank you again! Rina & Pete, Encinitas, CA PS - can't wait to get the next kitten from you hopefully real soon!
Hi Sue, It's been a little over two weeks since receiving Lennie and he is doing great. We love him very much and our home feels a lot warmer with him in it. Thank you so much for all you have done to get him to us. His temperament is so loving and affectionate and we couldn't ask for anything more. Also, our daughter has really grown attached and loves to rub his tummy when he rolls over. He has fit right in to our family and will be here with us forever... Again thank you so much. Kit, Kortney & Sophie
Hi, there! No one can help but melt when they see the adorable face on my little Betsy. She has quickly become a favorite amongst my friends. I've had her for almost a year now (it'll be a year in May 2011) and she's fitting in quite well with my other two kitties. Her favorite time is spent sitting on the highest level of my kitty tree and watching squirrels in my backyard through the sliding glass door. It took her a while to grow accustomed to me, but I can tell that she's starting to take a shine to me as I have to her. When I'm nearby her in her kitty tree she'll start purring up a storm for me to come pet her, and then when I do she drools out of pleasure... it's pretty darn cute. I'm really enjoying my little lady Betsy cat, and I look forward to even more years with her ahead.. Melanie www.exercisejunky.com INDEPENDENT TEAM BEACHBODY COACH AFAA, TURBO KICK & PIYO CERTIFIED FITNESS INSTRUCTOR
Dear Grandma Sue and Grandpa Mike; --I am settling into my new home in Spokane very well. I share with Her Furry Grace Ysabel, who is Very Old and rules the household. She is Lynxpoint Siamese, and has traveled a hundred thousand miles by car with Mama Carolyn and Auntie Jane, and never lets anyone forget it. I have a ready-made Little Brother, Eushu---but everyone calls him Shu. Shu is half Bengal, black with spots, only five months old, and very fast. He used to bowl into Her Grace and knock her over, only trying to play, but Her Grace did not appreciate it. Mama and Auntie heard about me and brought me from Montana to be Eushu's Big Brother. I am a year older than Shu, and strong, and I have Manners that even Her Grace approves. I enjoy playing chase with Shu, and wrestling: we are always velvet-paws and we are careful of the vases. We play from breakfast til past suppertime, and Shu is learning Manners very fast, so he doesn't get scolded any more. Everyone admires me and tells me I am handsome and gives me treats, and I am feeling very much at home. I never make mistakes, I have not broken anything at all, and Her Grace is very happy to have her sunbeam in the afternoon and to have her nap in peace. --So I am in a very happy Forever Home, and I have already traveled three hundred miles by car. It was scary at first, but Little Brother was with me and he is already on his second thousand miles. I was traveling like a veteran by the time we got to my new house. Grandma Sue, you can be proud. --I get petted and my tummy rubbed whenever I like, I eat and have special treats, and have clean water and an upstairs to play chase in. Shu tells me there is a whole basement he goes to where there are new things to explore, but I have not been there yet. Mama Carolyn gave me a second name: it is Seishi, and sometimes Sei. It means Returning Spirit. I will always be Robby, too, but I like my new name. --This is me in Mama Carolyn's working chair. It gets a sunbeam of its own when Mama Carolyn goes on lunch break. Then the chair is all mine, and it is right by a Window with a tree and birds to watch. --Love Quietime Robby the Peacemaker! --P.S. Isn't it amazing what capabilities, these multifaceted Scottish Folds are capable of!