by Petulant Patricia
Last summer my mother’s Maine Coon ran away for a month and a half. Convinced it wasn’t coming back I went online to find a new family cat to help comfort her. What I found was a 2 year old dark haired fluff ball on Craigslist whose family simply didn’t have time for it.
When we got to the home, my first time holding the new cat he kicked me in the face and ran upstairs. Apparently they do not like strangers!
He seemed sweet enough so we brought him home. He was horrified and confused and simply whined and hid a lot, that is until I held him in my arms and sang to him ‘Maxwell’s silver hammer’ by the Beatles. After that, he was no longer my mother’s cat….
Two days after we got him her Maine Coon was found in an alley, alive but barely. Maxwell has become ridiculously attached to me. He follows me everywhere and gets lonely easily. He hides behind me when strangers come, and unfortunately ‘marks his territory’ all over my stuff when he feels threatened by another person or pet.
He is such a skinny thing it concerns me, and he never eats enough. He will beg for food like he’s starving. I’ll feed him, he eats 2 bites and walks away.
Against all odds, I love the little brat. He’s absolutely precious. He fits every description given about the Chantilly cat, except he is slightly bigger boned and has black fur not chocolate. I’d upload a picture, but his fur is so dark its impossible to photograph him.
Hi Pat.. If you would like to take a picture anyway, please do and I’ll make it look better and upload it. Just email me:
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Note to visitors: Chantilly is another name for Tiffany – see the various confusing names