Colin Powell's Breeder
Remembers The Year of Colin Powell
Colin was born on the anniversary of the 9/11 disaster, in the same birthing box in our bedroom as his dam had been and his sire. Colin observed his siblings as they tumbled out of the birthing box and carefully climbed out when he was more sturdy. During weaning, he shunned kitten food and went for his mother's raw beef, with a low growl and a tiny paw out to discourage the others. He would lie on his back like road kill, watch his siblings wrestle and run, and then join them for a cozy nap. When his littermates spun to catch a teaser, he studied their actions and grabbed the handle. During shows, he liked to lie out of his cage, observing spectators.
He had no neck, a large head, tiny ears on the sides of his head, large bulging eyes and a very fuzzy coat. Sharyn decided to hang on to him, hoping his coat would improve. Improve was an understatement! Colin's coat developed into a pitch-black lacquer-like sheath.