Thread: What made you choose a Maine Coon?

Originally Posted by Howlinbob

As luck would have it, things went our way and she brought Monty round that evening.

What a nice coincidence! We also have a black smoke named Monty...
My hubby is a Monty Python fan, hence the name. Did you also have Monty Python in mind when you named him?

I looked at the pics of your Monty... I just love the 'devil like' appearance of black smokes.

I'm new here, but I'll post some pics once I've figured out how.

Greetz, Anna
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Hi Antonia, wow you have a black smoke named Monty! I tried to follow your link to pics but it didn't work... would love to see pics of him!

Actually we didn't name him because of Monty Python, we just liked the name Monty, because it sounds a bit regal and dignified, as if it was short for Montgomery or Montague, but maybe it's really short for The Monster!

Anyway they are both wonderful creatures and we're so lucky to have Monty as well as Larry- it was meant to be!

When I was barely 17 yet, my mother promised me that when I had finished my last year at boarding school, she would let me have a cat to keep me company while I lived at home. On one condition; it had to be a purebreed to make sure I took full responsibility for it.
So I started reading about different breeds in books and online. I was considering a few different ones, Egyption Mau, Turkish Angora, Manx etc..
But as soon as I put my eyes on the Maine Coons, I knew they would be perfect!
5 months later, Enigma moved in, just 14 weeks old..
She just turned 6 years old this month

Through the last 6 years, I have had Enigma who has had two litters of 3 each, a girl called Alfa who died from Calici and HCM because the breeder didn't get her cats properly checked before sale and 1½ year ago Felina moved in.
Today, I only have Enigma and Felina who I hope will mother some beautiful kittens one day.
I can't imagin life without my MCO ladies..

Edward (Pirnie Paws Little Fire) came into our lives by pure chance. I'm Office Manager at a Veterinary Practice so see all sorts of gorgeous kittys but anyway one day a client came in with a Maine Coon and her three beautiful kittens (one black, one tortie and a red one). I admired these kittens and said "oh that wee ginger fella is a cracker" and left it at that. In they came for their vaccinations a couple of weeks later and the client said "if you want him, you can have him for half price, mates rates" so told her I would look at my budget and see if I could do that......another couple of weeks went by and in they came again for their second vacc, this time she told me "cover his vaccination costs and he's yours........." so I snapped him up! She brought him in to my work on Christmas Eve and I took him home and he promptly disappeared under my bed and didn't come out for hours. I wrapped up his Pedigree Papers and popped them in amongst my daughter's Christmas presents. Santa came and went and my girl came back from her dads and started opening up her pressies, came upon this envelope and said "what's this then?", I excused myself and popped Ed into a basket quickly, I'd been hiding him in my room by this point, and produced this little ball of ginger fluff and that was that............

He's settled in very well and is great buddies with Elvis, tho I can see Elvis getting agitated at times cos all Ed wants to do is play, jump on him, bite him and generally be a kitten! Priscilla, on the other hand, will have nothing to do with him at all, she'll sit in the same room at him and glare at him until she decides to leave and Ed has learnt the hard way to leave Cilla well alone.......

Anyway that's my story ;)

My Maine Coon mix found me. One day my friend's kids brought me this bedraggled kitten whom they had befriended. They gave her to a neighbor but she came back to then after a day or two. She hadn't been eating for a couple of days and they were worried. I took one look at how hard she was breathing and drove her straight to the vet, where she was found to have a low temperature and a traumatic diaphragmatic hernia. Turns out someone had seen the previous owner kicking her, which caused her diaphragm to rupture. Vet said he she was already so sick he had doubts about whether she would survive surgery but I knew without the surgery she would die for sure, so I decided to bite the bullet and go ahead. Well, she did survive the surgery and almost 7 years later, she's a joyful beauty and the boss of my cat tribe.

She was also failure to thrive and had lice on that first vet visit, so her hair was broken off and we had no idea she would grow up to be this lovely long-haired cat. She has no pedigree but she does have the look and the behaviors. So that's how I got my Maine Coon mix.