Welcome !

Woodcocks a Taste of Honey
is calling you to visit on her Homepage !

Hello; Honey in the phone !


In the beginning:
I was a tiny kitten, only twelve weeks, when I moved to the
Family - to My Family, I mean !Just now all that happened
more than eleven yearsago...
I have born in Helsinki in Finland April 29, 1989
At first I was really afraid of our two big dogs; the St Bernhard,
Mandy, and the Nefwie,
Simon. But soon I realised, they both were good mates to me.
I was really sad when Simon died 1991, nine years old. Then
we were 2,and ahalf years in France, and Mandy died there,
she was only four years old, but so sick, with terrible pains
that she was brougt to the vet, who gave her the last help from
the pain.She had cancer intwo places in her corps. I was
missing her a long time afterwards.



In France our family begun to grow:
First came Sandrine to us. as a little kitten she believed, I was
her mother.I taught her many good tricks , only for cats, and
she grew a fine Cat !
In "ninetytwo" came Princesse, and Alexandre...
One year after came Sebastien, the old Pyreneés Mountain
Dog. All we loved Sebastien, the cats, and people !

I HATE to COMB !!!
Oh, I forgot, it was me to tell about. Even I'm thinking that
all this belongs also to me, and when I'm telling you about it,
it's part of me, and my life...



To the point...
My favourite colour is light blue, and I love to eat saumon, and
ham or smoked ham.
I have much of toys, and I like to play - maybe it's a new childhood.
My own pillow is beside Viktor's pillow, there I'm sleeping.
Most of my heart "belongs to Viktor. Of course I love Mom, and
the other animal members in our family, but Viktor is "always on top" !

My Friends !

I don't have many friends; all my family is including in to
my Best Friends - of course...

I'll think that friendship is an important thing in the life -
it doesn't matter how many friends you have, but
the quality of friends means much more.

Cat or dog friends I don't have, and I'm a little afraid
of human children, except for one. She is Janita, with her
soft, gentil, small hands. I haven't seen her in some years,
I think, she has grown, but I'm believing that her touch
with animals is still left.

Here, near the North Pole, we are saying that "old
frieds are better than the sackful of new ones"...