I love my maine coon. He's literally the softest thing on this planet. When we picked him up 'off the scrap heap' with his brother, petting them was like petting the bristles of an old corn broom. Now, we just want to hold them until it becomes awkward.
I've had four, across my entire life. Shinobi got his name because he used to do wall runs and back flips for his toys. Then when he hit about 15 pounds of muscle, he stopped being quite so nimble, and started just appearing in locked rooms, and getting through windows that were only about 2 inches open. He wouldn't play with kittens until they were big enough to take a trouncing, and that's what shaped my current cat into the little man he is today.
We've had two Maine Coons in a row now. Other than the random 3am chirping and howling, they are wonderful :)
I am envious! Maine Coons rule!! Great post, @negativer, and a great antidote to your tragic fiction. Er, great fiction, with tragic themes. ;-)
I love my maine coon. He's literally the softest thing on this planet. When we picked him up 'off the scrap heap' with his brother, petting them was like petting the bristles of an old corn broom. Now, we just want to hold them until it becomes awkward.
Aww! They are lucky you found them.
I've had four, across my entire life. Shinobi got his name because he used to do wall runs and back flips for his toys. Then when he hit about 15 pounds of muscle, he stopped being quite so nimble, and started just appearing in locked rooms, and getting through windows that were only about 2 inches open. He wouldn't play with kittens until they were big enough to take a trouncing, and that's what shaped my current cat into the little man he is today.