I'm Patsy Bowman, Galen (my husband) and I have been married for 41 years. Our cattery name Patlen is the combination of our first names. Galen is the motivating force behind Patlen. He is the one who motivates me to get out and show. As competitive as I am he is even more so. I do all the grooming , Galen helps with the cattery work ,does all the driving , " go-for`s" and tearing up in finals.

I've been breeding Persian for approximately 20 years. I dabbled in solids for a few years then fell in love with the high white bicolor which I specialize in now. We started over with a new bicolor breeding program a few years ago. We are now working with the top bicolor lines in the nation. Also we`ve started breeding Exotic Shorthair

My first exposure to felines while growing up was with the "all American farm cat". I still remember those feral kittens under my grandmother's back porch. I wanted to hold those cute little bundles of fur so badly, but they were soooo wild. I put on my uncles leather work gloves , lay quietly on the porch ready to grab the first kitten to venture out. Eventually a kitten wondered out and I scooped him up holding him as far from my body as I could to keep from being filleted alive by the tiny buzz saw of claws flying at me. Then the thought hit me........what do you do with a tiny ball of fury ??? So after a few seconds of trying to decide how to best get this very upset kitten safely away from me. I dropped him to the ground to see him fly back under the porch.

You'd think after this introduction to felines I wouldn't be interested in breeding and showing cats. And for years I wasn't. Probably the reason I tried toy dog breeding first. At the time I couldn't imagine cats to be the loving sweet tempered Persians that we have today. This lesson in temperament has taught me how important sweet temperament is in our Persian. Not much fun in show grooming an irritable kitty.

After the kids got older I still had the yearning to breed and show quality animals. I had seen my neighbors Persian and I was so in awe of it's beauty that I just had to create some of my own. I think it's the artistic side of me that makes me want to create this" living art".

Patsy Bowman


The Bowman men

Jon, Joshua, Jeremy, Joel and Galen

Our Lizzy with friend

We have five children. Jon , Joel , Jeremy , Lizzy and Josh . Six grandchildren. Justin , Haley, Hannah ,Skylar ,Kyra, Bradly ,Emma  & Holly.

Haley and her new sister Holli





Hannah and Skylar

Justin and family



Emma  at the beach.




Scyler Junior Hanover

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I remember his big grin and the mischievous sparkle in his eye.

Dad was quite the character . He was the family member I idolized as a child and respected as an adult. He had the type of personality that everyone loved and wanted to be around. He always took center stage at family and church gatherings.

Dad truly never met a stranger. Many times I'd have to wait for him while he talked to someone in a store or some other place we had gone. I'd asked him who that person was he had been talking to and he'd reply he didn't know them. Dad welcomed any and everyone into his home. His heart was open to all. Dad always had a big grin , a pat on the shoulder for all and a pocket full of candy for children.

He liked nothing more than to share a joke or story. I remember the gleam in his eye when someone would say they had a joke for him. The gleam was in knowing he had the opportunity to tell one of his jokes or wild tales . Mom said those stories got wilder each time he told them. Not saying Dad was a fibber, he just like to embellish those stories for the best possible impact. Dad was our family's version of Mark Twain or Will Rogers.

Dad had quite a few colloquialism he loved to repeat such as "colder than a well digger's back pocket". He seemed to have one for every situation, some not mentionable here. He also professed to be a "Jack of all trades, master of none" He could fix or jury rig about anything.

All was safe with Dad.

Many nights after waking from a bad dream I would creep upstairs to mom and dad's room to be reassured the house wasn't full of monsters or some other horrible thing. I'd wake Dad up asking for a blessing that I was feeling sick. At the time being sick sounded better to me than admitting I was afraid. In later years I fessed up to the fact I was really scared and not sick when asking for all those blessings over the years. He replied with that loving and comforting smile of his that he had known that all along.

As a teenager I remember him standing at the front door peeking out the window at us while we sat in front of the house with our dates. The stoop light would flicker off and on signaling us time to come in . We ignored the first flicker but knew with each following flicker of the light the possibility of Dad coming out in his under wear and embarrassing us was becoming inevitable. I don't think we ever seen the light flicker the third time. Dad wasn't a strict parent but we knew what he expected of us.

I can still see his silly faces he'd make to cheer us up.

In his later years he told us he wouldn't have anything to leave us when he passed away . What he didn't realize was that he left us with a wealth far more valuable than an inheritance of money or material possessions. He left us his sharp wit, sense of humor , love of mankind, joy of life and treasured memories of him.

 Helen Fay Sanders Hanover

We lost Helen Fay Sanders Hanover in 2007

Mom was a good mother that expected her children to be good people and her daughters ladies. Ruth ( Poochie) and I got reminded often in how to behave like a lady. Church was a big part of her life. We got allot of "hell fire lectures" while growing up. We had to go to church every Sunday.

I gave poor mom a rough time. I was always rebelling against her. I never seemed to connect with Mom as I should have . Fortunately Mom was always close to my sister Ruthie and enjoyed being with her . After Dad passed I would always tell her I loved her and gave her a hug before leaving. I didn't want her to leave this life without her knowing that.

We didn't know if Mom could tolerate life after Dad's passing. They were inseparable. Even though they constantly bickered. I think they enjoyed disagreeing. She did well at her nursing home and became the nurses favorite patent. She enjoyed the attention they lavished on her.

I know Mom was ready to leave this earth to be with Dad. She would always tell me so.

We love and miss her.




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