Thread: What made you choose a Maine Coon?

The first Maine coon I ever saw wasn't even mine. I was around 9 years old. I went outside and saw one, a big male. He was beautiful, I was interested in them instantly. I remember I wanted so badly to pet him. I would bring him wet food every day.

We owned two sister cats (same father, different mothers) at the time, a female Tabby mix (Minun) and a Bombay with a single white spot on her chest (Angel). Minun ended up going into heat and she went outside and wouldn't come back home for a few days. I remember I went looking for her, and could hear her crying for a male, but I couldn't seem to find her. Finally she came home, and of course ended up being pregnant, and had a bunch of different looking kittens. Two of them looked just like that male Maine coon I saw, and we kept one of those two, and named her Blinx.

Minun, Angel and Blinx are all still with us. Blinx in particular is turning 14 years old August 15th.

Here she is: