I would love a Maine Coon, do you have a photo?
There is a cat living here in Wellington who is famous for his expeditions around the city. He was recently given the keys to the city by the Mayor.
I just remembered that our late cat had the habit of chewing through the stems of tulips. He did not eat the flower, he just had a bite at the stem so the flower would hang upside down while most of the stem was still upright. He only did it with tulips, no other flower had the biteability in his eyes. And he knew he was not supposed to do it! Sometimes he would sit beside the flower vase, look at us, and take a bite. Then he would look at us again, and take another bite from another tulip, and so on, until one of us got up to stop him. Then he would proudly walk away as if saying: “just you wait till it gets dark and you go to sleep, I will get those tulips”. Which he mostly did.
The female cat companion never did that, just ignored flowers. But she was much better than him at catching flies in mid air.
For a couple years I grew a beautiful Genovese Basil in an aerogarden, and right after it got fair to middlin sized, we noticed that occasional leaves got little holes in them. I figured that it was some sort of bug that got into the house and was helping itself to lunch until I saw my cat walkover and delicately bite once into 3 or 4 leaves and them walk away. Not even nibble, just sort of ‘hole punch’ a few out of boredom, perhaps?
Bunni loves the odd darker green sort of limp bits of the outer lettuce leaves, or the darker reddish parts of oakleaf lettuce. GO figure. I actually have had her come and steal them out of my salad bowl [I like naked lettuce as a snack instead of tater chips sometimes]
My spot in the living room is the left side of the couch. Feet curled up to the side, elbow on the arm. Mayme’s spot is the right side of the couch, right paw on the arm.
I have a birdfeeder outside the front window and a cat tree looking right at it. I also put critter food under a tree outside the kitchen table window. Lots of wildlife for her to watch. She’d rather watch Paul Dinning videos on youtube.
She was poorly treated as a kitten, and it’s left her with issues. She does not like people at all. She hears a car pull in the driveway and she’s gone. In the almost 9 years she’s been here, I think my mom saw her maybe a half dozen times. However. The first time my daughter brought her boyfriend up, Mayme fell in love. When they come up, Mayme will go past my daughter to greet him. They have to close their door at night, otherwise Mayme will sleep between them, guarding him.
Plus, she’s my great hunter. When she was younger, she would take all her stuffed mice, drown them in her water bowl, and then bring them to me. Always fun to be woken up with a wet mouse dropped on your face in the middle of the night. She’s moved on mostly from her mice to socks. Heaven forbid I drop a sock out of the laundry. It’s always brought to me with the loudest proud hunter meows. Now that it’s summer / no sock time, I purposely leave socks around the house so she can continue to be my great hunter.
Update. I saw him lying on it this morning.
I have a cat that does that. The result is lots of dirt and sand in the bottom of the water bowl. Also when she comes to me to jump up on my lap, her paws are soaking.
I used to have a cat that drank water from her paw, but she would collect the water from a running faucet. I’d leave the kitchen faucet on at a dribble so she could drink.
When one of my cats does something forbidden, she sits and gives me what I call the You’re Not the Boss of Me! look.
Allie does that to me when she’s pushing stuff off flat surfaces, especially the pair of scissors we have a running argument about. I think they belong on my desk, she disagrees.
Velcro tries to snuggle me awake in the morning when he thinks it’s time for me to get up and feed him.
Rocket thinks the bottom sheet is a fierce enemy when I’m making the bed. It must be attacked to prevent it covering the mattress.
There are pictures of him in this thread Good Night, Shamus
I still miss him like crazy and I’m hopeful that my Maine Coon kitten will be born in one of the cattery’s July litters.
A very cool cat indeed!
galen_ubal, our Kitteh-boy looks a lot like your Scrubby except for the tongue sticking out, he’s also an orange tabby with white bib. I brought in a load of wet laundry this afternoon when a sudden rain shower blew in and put one of the towels on the table. I turned my back and a couple of minutes later there was Kitteh lying on the wet towel!?
Our Moggy, who’s long gone, used to hunt birds in our yard and for some reason we never figured out, would bring them under the coffee table. This was 40+ years ago, long before we ever heard of the concept of indoor cats.
I have a 25 inch computer monitor strapped to a cinderblock because I know (justifiably) that the cats would knock it over otherwise. When I’m not using the computer I store my mouse in one of the holes (the cats once stole a brand new wireless mouse and I never found it again, BTW.) Whenever I start using my computer, one young cat (the same one that is a screensaver) has to rush over and stick the whole front of his body in the cinderblock hole.
I’m sure it was delicious with a Mornay sauce and a nice Chardonnay. 
Welcome wreidhead!
My little girl cat acts, overall, like she’s from another planet and is trying to pose as a cat, but was only given a little pamphlet on cat behavior to prepare and is making it up as she goes along.
She’s very shy/semiferal, so if she’s on a cat tree (or anywhere else) and I approach her, she’s either off like a shot or she cowers. I’ve known her since she was about two weeks old and she’s never been actually feral and never been mistreated by humans.
But when she decides it’s cuddle time, there’s no arguing with her. She’s going to cry loudly til she gets her cuddles and she’s going to win. The weird thing, though, is that it HAS to be exactly the way she wants it. She’s not going to sit on my lap or curl up at my hip, she 100% does not want to be picked up, she’s not going to come and chill out nearby- I MUST be lying on my back and she MUST be able to get under my right arm or else she stalks around crying. If I’m sitting up? Not gonna work for her. Lying on my side? Unacceptable. If I reach to pet her during this (like when she comes over and puts her paws on the side of the bed so she can look straight at me while she yowls), she recoils.
Once I’m in the right position, though, she dives right in and then she’s totally blissed out. She used to nuzzle and drill her face into my arm for about five minutes and then leave, but now she settles in with her head on my shoulder and just purrs and purrs until I either fall asleep or can’t stand lying flat on my back anymore. I can pet her any way I want, handle her feet, scratch her belly (she loves that) check her ears, whatever.
She’s so weird and so sweet and I adore her.
I can see why! Your account of her is precious!
I’ve never been a high-maintenance woman. That’s probably where I went wrong. People seems to value those creatures who place a high value on themselves and don’t hold back when it comes to making demands. Hmmm… in my next life.
Survives. Against all odds, this beast soldiers on. Should have been dead 100 times, and has outlived 100 other cats.
There are two cat boxes here. The one on the catio gets the poop, the one in the second bathroom gets pee.
Similar situation here. We have three litter boxes. The old cat gets his own box. The other two boxes are side-by-side in the laundry room. The two young cats use these: the one on the left is for pooping, and the one on the right is for peeing. They all worked all of this out for themselves.
I’ve brought 3 baby kittens in to foster. They’ve never been out of their crate except when I’m feeding and cleaning.
The 2 resident Siamese are scared shitless of them.