The loss of any of our kitties is a sad day and on this page we remember those who touched our lives and are now in a better, more perfect place.

Illuzions' Golden Prince
9/28/00 - 8/2/02

     Being a breeder is sometimes very hard, and this was one of the hardest decisions we've had to face.  Prince was the most beautiful Bengal we've produced here at Wyld Illuzions and he just kept getting more beautiful.  He was nicely rufoused, with a whited tummy, large rosettes, nice head, whisker pads, and to top it all off - he had a wonderful loving personality -- always purring and giving head butts and nuzzles.  He was intelligent and loved water (even from the washer).  Prince was originally sold to Helle in Denmark and was destined to make beautiful babies there.

     At about 6 months Prince and a couple of our other kitties got a virus that developed into a sinus infection.  While the others all recovered from theirs, Prince's became chronic. 

     But the worst part, was that Prince's Corona Virus titer kept climbing and when we were about to ship him to Denmark, we double checked it and it was "off the chart".  We checked it again later and it was still as high as it could go.  During all of this time Prince was isolated as Corona virus is spread by use of the litter pan and we didn't want to expose any other kitties. 

     We tried everything to get him over the sinus problems and a year and a half to bring down the titer.  In the long run, I couldn't see him living forever in an isolation pen, and the decision was made to let him walk the rainbow bridge.  We pray he is now healthy and happy and able to run and play with the other kitties.  We miss him terribly but know he's waiting on the other side of the Rainbow Bridge for us.

     It was soon apparent that Kakara had some kind of problem as he ate and ate (soon eating baby dry cat food) - but still he lost weight.  The vet said his heart and lungs seemed fine; but, by then we both thought that there was a malabsorption problem and we braced ourselves for the final loss.

     About a month and a half after little Kakara had walked the Rainbow Bridge, his brother began to lose weight and within 3 weeks we had lost him, too.  But, this time after expensive tests, we had a diagnosis, FIP!  We were terrified and began to read and learn.  The legacy of these two babies will be safer, healthier kittens here at Wild Illuzions.  We never again want to watch another kitty suffer with this awful disease.

To Mom and Dad,
I am warm and healthy again at last,
romping with Kakara, playing hard and fast.

I know it hurt you to send me on my way,
This is why I nuzzled you, to let you know it's okay.

Kakara and I will wait for you here
gather up the others that you held dear.

Together we will wait patiently here in Gods Love
until He decides to reunite us above. 

From Biny and Kakara

     On that Saturday, I was at work and my Mom was staying with us for a visit, so my son was over to visit with her.  Ken had been working in our office.  It was a very nice March day, almost hot.  So, Ken cracked the window in the office where Satin had her kittens.  Our kitties never go outside; so, the window was not open enough to allow Satin out, only about an 1"; just enough to allow for some fresh air.

     My son and mom sat visiting at the dining table, just in the next room from the office, Ken was busy taking clothes out of the dryer, when my son heard a noise.  Mom didn't know what was wrong (she's hard of hearing and didn't have in her hearing aid).  Stevie jumped up after hearing the sounds of a cat fight, and was through the office door and back out with a black cat in his arms.  Satin was right at his heels.  At this point, Ken came out to see what the commotion was, saw Stevie with this big black tom cat, and opened the back door so Stevie could throw the cat out.

     Then they both ran to see how the kittens were, only to find that the Tom had jumped back in the window, and even though they got to him in less than a minute -- he had managed to kill three of the 4 babies!!  None had been named.  Both Satin and her remaining baby were visibly frightened for weeks.  (Satin has never been the same relaxed, loving, easy going girl she was before this tragedy.)  Her baby was adopted by a couple in Charlottesville, Virginia and named Loki.  He is now happy with a family of his own.  8/18/02 Update:  Satin is going to live with my youngest son and his wife in Monroe, WA.  She'll now be spoiled and have the posh life she deserves (she never had any more babies).

Please, if you own a male that is not neutered, have him fixed.  Save someone else's litter.  Without the quick action of my son, we would also have lost the remaining baby and our beautiful, sweet Satin.

     I guess you could say that Brandy started it all.  She was a kitten from my daughter's "BP" kitty.  Laurie had taken in this kitten from the local gas-mini-mart and a year later these kittens were born.  By then, we knew we wanted to get back into breeding and had decided on Bengals.  We also thought that we couldn't afford 2 Bengals at the same time so wanted a kitten for a companion.  I thought I would like to show Brandy in the Household Pet Class but she was not excited about that at all, so, we dropped that idea.  But, she was beautiful. 

     Brandy put up with a lot of teasing from Buddy and let Pixie be the "boss" as soon as she walked in the door.  But, as more Bengals came, Brandy was less and less happy.  So, she went to live with our son, Stephen.  That was great.  They got along and she began to come out of her "attitude".  However, she wanted to be outside, so Stevie allowed her out for brief periods, then for as long as she wanted during the day.  But, after awhile she refused to come in at night, either.  So, Brandy became an outdoor kitty.

     When Stevie moved into his motor home in our back yard and Ken was still going back and forth between the house and the apartment doing the remodeling, Brandy decided she now owned two homes and went back and forth between the two for the rest of the spring and most of the summer.  But then, one day, Brandy stopped coming home.  We never did know what happened to her.  Stevie was heart broken.  Was it a car, poison, was she taken, or maybe a dog?  We'll never know.  We do not recommend kitties be allowed outside and Brandy's disappearance only underscores our feelings.