Nearly two years ago our little “Poof” appeared at our door. It was so cute and cuddly that we could not make it go away and besides it would not. It stayed outside and we bought it a little house and put some warm covers in it. It really liked its new home and us and the feeling was mutual.
We called him a her because nobody ever bothered to look. We decided that we needed to take her to the vet to be spayed. About this same time our son came in the house one day and announced that our her was actually a him.
Well. after Poof’s little surgery he came in the house and he has not been outside since. My husband shares a bedroom with him. Since we have another cat (and they do not have a relationship) we have to switch rooms so that each sees different views of the yard. Our other cat is a tortoiseshell and when Poof comes in her view she hisses and hisses at him. He just walks around maybe toward her, but she lets us know that she wants no part of him. The last episode was really quite disturbing. We don’t know what to do.
However, Poof has really latched on to my husband. When my husband goes to bed he just says come on Poof it’s bedtime. Anything my husband says he obeys him, better than a child.
This is the first cat that I have ever seen sit at someone’s feet. He’s just so lovable, you can pick him up and just pet him all day. Of course, we do go through the biting and scratching.
Not anyone ever came looking for a Maine Coon Cat. We are glad.