Stelli (RIP) was not amused when I discovered her napping hideaway.
Big feet on that tuxie! Double paws up front, by any chance? My medium-haired tuxie boy has long-thumbed double paws up front and normal-toed but giant rabbit feet behind, which my vet said is typical for polydactyls.
George isn’t a polydactyl. I met his parents and siblings, despite being Maine Coons, his line doesn’t often throw extra toes into the mix.
He’s just got big feets that look giant next to 9 lb Jolene’s dainty tootsies
I’m not the only one who first thought @JaneDoe87 was denying that her cat was a pterodactyl, right?
Right?
He sure sounds like one when he wants attention!
I had two maine coon kitties and their feet were HUGE
I recently bought some sweaters (it’s been a cold winter for us), and I needed a way to dry them, so I bought a horizontal drying rack. The reviews were very helpful – including the one that said to place the rack with its drying sweaters in a room with a door. Accompanying the review was a photo of her drying rack with sweater and a happily ensconced cat on top of it.
Has anyone heard or seen a Pixie Bob cat? Our NextDoor recently had someone post pics from their door cam showing what she called a bob cat. Nope. Definitely not a bob cat and not in our neighborhood (even if the fires have driven some wild life out of their normal habitats), but the agreement among most commenters was that it was a Pixie Bob. Odd looking cat.
I could immediately tell at a glance that this was George I was beholding, just from the sheer size of the beast!
I had friends a long time ago who were very fond of Maine Coons and I believe that had one or three at the time, but I don’t recall them being exceptionally huge (the cats I mean, not the friends!). If George had fur colouring less cute than his tuxie look – say, orange and white with black stripes – he might be able to pass as a fearsome Beast of the Jungle!
I loved this pic, and my wife exclaimed “So Puffy!”
George is indeed a long and lanky boy. He’s 20 inches at the shoulder (or maybe 19 or 21, cats don’t often cooperate with tape measures) and super fluffy. He’s also only 20 lbs, so on the small side for a male Maine Coon.
Jolene bosses him around something horrible, we laugh so much at how well she has him trained. For example: George loves a pinch of catnip in the evening. Jolene doesn’t want the catnip, but will push him away from it so she can rub it into her fur to make him have to lick it off.
She always gets first choice of the beds and perches. George is not allowed to get into bed with her, she must choose to join him or not as she desires. I probably should have named him Westley because his response is always “as you please”.
Here’s two photos of my late horse, Ben. The one with me aboard him was taken at age 14; the other of him nibbling hay was taken at age 27.
You may notice a difference in the angulation of the hind legs, how much straighter they look at 27YO. That’s because old injuries and the wear and tear of aging have weakened the tendons in his pasterns (the part between his hoof and the joint above, called the fetlock), causing them to sink, which in turn causes the whole angulation to change. He could still get around quite comfortably but I wouldn’t put even a light rider aboard him at that point.
Ben lived to age 30 and was eased over the bridge in late summer when he showed increasing signs of failing and I couldn’t ask him to make it through another New England winter.
More cats of yore! Here’s Pumpkin being a silly boy:
Sally: Hey, look what I did! Cool, huh?
Squash: So, what’s your next move?
Sally: Ummmm…
TIL, thank you.
We’ve had that cat, LOL!!!
Those paws are huge!
Sweet! Dog and human look good together.
From way back when, me on my late Quarter Horse Nick, enjoying a ride on Crane’s Beach, Ipswich, in the winter, when dogs and horses can join humans on the beach.
He’s not very big for a Dobe, but he’s got a giant personality.