Yeah. Like “making biscuits” on my titties an’ stuff!
Thanks youse guys, but that still doesn’t answer that “problem” of mine.
MY answer is: I just quietly tell the shelter staff to let me know if they get a Mainie in, but that still doesn’t sound right to me. Being so selective, I mean.
Thanks
Q
There are Maine Coon Rescue online, and might be one in your area or nearby.
Prime example of why I need y’all: what you just now wrote, florez - thanks!
I can continue my support of animal welfare by writing about it, and contributing to it, and then not have to feel bad about rescuing, because after all, that’s what happened with me and Bert, right?
Little surreptitious maybe, but the ends justiy the means, in my opinion, for both entities: I rescue, meaning one less kitty being executed.
Right?
I have been wanting to use that “ends…means” phrase in a sentence for as long as I can remember, but that still isn’t right and metaphorically speaking, I feel like I should have been Jewish instead of Catholic, because I sure have the comical/satrical “guilt” assigned.
Thanks!
Q
My first cat was a Maine Coon. My mom told me that Tommy was a hellcat before he got neutered. I had always known him as the sweetest cat on earth. You could throw him against the wall and he’d come back for pets (not that I ever did that!) I picked him up and carried him everywhere. If he hopped off the bed I’d call his name and he’d be right back up. He never bit or scratched me once. I really miss that guy.
In Sacramento, I found a stray that I suspected is Maine Coon or at least part. I named her Chester (at the time it was impossible to tell her gender!) She was a stray that had been a housecat at one point of her life, she was neutered and declawed in the front if I remember correctly. She was skittish at first and only came up to me because I presented her with some chicken. After that, it was love! She was *my *cat; she’d run away from anyone else who came close.
She reminded me so much of Tommy. The calm temperment (once she got used to everyone) the kindness, the fact that she never once bit or swipped at me (and that includes me accidentally nicking her a few times when trying to cut out her matted fur!) She would lay with me all day and even wiggled up to the pillow and would plop next to me with her head on it, just like a human. It was so hard to leave her behind.
When I get my own place, my first cat will be a Maine Coon. I can’t imagine getting any other kind of cat. They’re so wonderful.
Quasi,
IMHO, you have certainly done your bit for the critters & then some, & you certainly shouldn’t feel bad about trying to find a breed that will fit in well with your household if something happens to your Bert (Who is a beautiful boy, BTW) Espically if you get a rescue.
HUGS for you & skritches for Bert