About 10 years ago we had a Maine Coon cat. He was a gift from a neighbor of my grandmother in Ohio. He was crawling across the lawn and I picked him up and that was it…
I couldn’t let go of him for all the tea in China.
We “smuggled” him back to Massachusetts and named him “Chicken”. It was Chicken “poop” because he used to run out from beneath the couch, attack your shoes then run back.
He was an indoor/ outdoor cat. He used to attack racoons and other beasties because he always came back in with scars and there was a dead Raccoon on the porch.
He also liked to collect chipmunk tails. He was intact for quite a while and to this day the cats at the barn down the road have a little bit of him in them.
He eventually got feline HIV and he was neutered but he lived 5 years without a symptom. Suddenly when a neutered orange tabby mutt cat from up the street decided to live with us, Chicken quickly got sick and died.