Thread: What made you choose a Maine Coon?

After the death of my best mate of 16 years, Skimbles the Persian, I said I would never have another cat as loosing them was too painful.
Four months later I happened to be working nearby to a rescue cattery and decided to go for a look. As I was being shown around by the owner (who was extremely sympathetic to my loss of "Skimmy") we were being followed around by their residential "guard cat" "Billy" the 25 lb Maine Coon. I had never heard or seen one before and was absolutely taken with his manner, vocal dexterity,stuuning looks and general beautiful character. I wanted one!

After some research I found this fella and put down a deposit with the breeder. As soon as I saw him I knew his name ... Samuel Jackson. (my late fater in Law)





This is now "Sammy".


He could never replace Skimmy but, without a doubt, he is the most entertaining, intelligent, faithful, amusing "numpty" I have ever had to pleasure to befriend. (I cant say own cos he owns me)
He sits on my desk (most of it) every morning whilst I prepare the days work and sytematically knocks things off onto the floor and looks down as if to ask,"How did that happen?"
He's here now looking over my shoulder as I type!

Originally Posted by LeylanTiger

He could never replace Skimmy but, without a doubt, he is the most entertaining, intelligent, faithful, amusing "numpty" I have ever had to pleasure to befriend. (I cant say own cos he owns me)

Our cats will never be replaced! They have allways a place in our hearts but it is good that you found this cute boy!!

So many lovely stories!

When I was very young, 8 or 9, my dad bought me a subscription to CAT magazine. We had always had moggies and i adored all cats. In one magazine there was a story, fictional probably but the cat in the story was a Maine Coon. There was a little 'Fact file' on the breed aswel and it really struck a chord with me, I was fascinated and didnt quite believe it was a real cat! I kept that same one magazine for years, occasionally reading back over the story and gazing at the pictures. (that sounds so cheesy but it's true!)

Fast forward to 2001, we have the internet and it suddenly dawns on me to search Maine coons. I spent hours trawling through pictures and breeders websites, and decided immediately that i HAD to have one. NOW. I happened upon a breeder just 10 minutes up the road from us, and began working on my mum to agree to take me to view a litter. We chose the little brown tabby fella who was tearing about pouncing on all his siblings, he had a wonky white streak right up his nose and looked absolutely devilish! I named him Dude and he was my baby. He was a real chatterbox and loved water! Unfortunately he was only with me for 3 years, he became ill and passed away from HCM in the most gruelling, heartbreaking manner. The breeder claimed it was the first she'd ever heard of in any of her litters. (PAH!!) Traumatised, I thought id never dare have another MC, but ive never really stopped thinking about it.

In January this year my poor moggie was poisoned with Anti-freeze and I realised I could never have another outdoor cat. Cue google... reputable breeders who test for HCM and hey presto.... I am on the final countdown to getting my second gorgeous MC boy

Oh, though, NO REGRETS!

We lost our beloved moggie Charlie to old age in March (he was 16 and basically had just worn out). We were so sad that for weeks any mention of cats was too much for any of us. Our vet was wonderful and told me that Charlie would be impossible to replace, he was that sort of a cat, but maybe we could find room in our home for a different cat?
We all wanted something as far away from Charlie in appearance as possible. He was short-haierd, jet black with white spats and bow tie, very vocal all the time with a deep yowl and the whole universe ran around his ideas or beware! After a lot of looking on the web, in cat books and talking to owners and breeders we settled on a grey tabby MC as being about as far from a "replacement" as was possible, rather a completely fresh start with a new personality.

Weasel, I too feel the same way. My kitties cannot look like any of the others that owned me. My 1st moggie was a cream with hints of peach tabby stripes. My 2nd moggie (son of my 1st cat) was an orange tabby. My 3rd cat was a half-MC with a smoked blue coat. Now we have a classic silver tabby with white. Luckily, there are many more MC colors out there as I have retired these colors. Oh yes, my next cat will be another MC. You just can't have one...

Since I was a child, I have been a cat-lover.

When I moved together with my partner, we knew that we would like to have a cat.
Firstly, we adopted Puma and Lauda, the two domestic cats. But since they were already grown-up, we decided to get a baby-cat.
So we got a Maine-Coon/Norwegian Wood Cat-Mix from a friend of mine. His name was Fussl.
We live at the country on the edge of a village, there are lots of meadows and almost no traffic. Therefore, we allowed Fussl to go out. But unforutnately he was run down by a car, when he was a bit more than one year old.
We were very very sad, because we loved this furry little thing so much.
A bit later, we decided to get a Maine Coon.
Almost a year later, we got Nika, our first Coonie. One year later we got Diego, the second one.

We love this cat breed, because they are so lovely and they have such a great character. One has a lot to laugh with a coonie. Sometimes they are clowns, thieves or divas. They are friendly and well-tempered. And they are chatting and cooing very often. I also like their intelligence.

Need I say more?