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We were lying in bed watching tv this evening when we heard a door close. No one in the house but myself and the wife. I grabbed my 686+ and went to investigate. Finding nothing out of sorts I headed back toward the bedroom. My better half, complete with laser equipped m&p was looking as well. Did you put the cat in the powder room? She asked. No, I replied. Well he must have put himself in there again, she says. The nine month old Main Coon kitten, at about 14 lb., has a habit of closing himself up in the powder room and then banging on the door. Enough to give us old folks a fainting spell! :
 
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Ours is up to 34 pounds now. They are the cat equivalent of a dog, albeit a lazy one. When we moved the little girls next door stopped by and timidly asked “Sir, did you know you have a baby panther that lays in your window!?”

She will still play non-stop like a giant kitten. She normally sleeps on me or my son’s legs. That is nice in the winter because she is warmer than any electric blanket, but in the summer she gets too hot and sleeps by my head!

She will jump in the full bathtub or running shower without hesitation. Most Maine coons love water. She is an excellent mouser. We had a mouse problem at a farm house and she cleaned them out in 48 hours.

About Maine Coon Cats: Gentle Giants, Rulers Of Hearts
 

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When you have critters, instead of warning of intruders, they become the things that go bump in the night.
We've had two Maine Coon mix mutt cats, and they were fun, affectionate and endearing. We loved their bird chirp sounds and head butts when they wanted attention. The big male learned to use the outside door stop as a knocker when he wanted to come back into the house. He also would climb up my wife's back and sit on her head and groom her when she was cooking. The girl liked to sit in strange places.
 

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They are a beautiful breed, but I'm unfamiliar with their characteristics.

9 months old & is 4 lbs, how much of that is hair? LOL!

Actually it is 14 lb. and most of it is cat. He has long fur, but unlike our Sheltie, the fur is fairly fine. They supposedly keep growing until about five years old. He’s a handful, I promise you. Hate to think what he may be like when full grown.
 
Oh hell no!

Ours is up to 34 pounds now. They are the cat equivalent of a dog, albeit a lazy one. When we moved the little girls next door stopped by and timidly asked “Sir, did you know you have a baby panther that lays in your window!?”

She will still play non-stop like a giant kitten. She normally sleeps on me or my son’s legs. That is nice in the winter because she is warmer than any electric blanket, but in the summer she gets too hot and sleeps by my head!

She will jump in the full bathtub or running shower without hesitation. Most Maine coons love water. She is an excellent mouser. We had a mouse problem at a farm house and she cleaned them out in 48 hours.

About Maine Coon Cats: Gentle Giants, Rulers Of Hearts

You have a cat that weighs 34 lbs??????

That's just plain wrong


Cats in general are evil and can;t be trusted. LOL
 
Our Maine Coon was a good cat, easy going.

Yep, long fine hair too.

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Maine Coons are.....

You have a cat that weighs 34 lbs??????

That's just plain wrong


Cats in general are evil and can;t be trusted. LOL

Maine Coons are the largest cat breed in the world. 34 Lbs isn't unusual and the record holders get a little bigger. They are compared to being the same size as a small child.:)
 
We had a couple of things happen like that. One night our 24 pound cat Orville, pictured here with his best friend (at the time, that would change after the "testicle bite" incident) Gus,
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decided to explore the cabinets in the bathroom about 5am one morning. Somehow, he got in there without making much noise, but he got tangled up in a couple of rolls of toilet paper, and freaked out. Normally he was a "talker" and made it clear if he was upset, but all I could hear was a "Clunk clunk" coming from outside my bedroom. I had three dogs then, Gus and two older ones, Joe and Blackie. I said to them, "What is it?", and that was enough to get them to check it out. Silence. Then "Clunk Clunk" again. I called the dogs, they came back and looked at me, and I got up and followed the clunking into the bathroom. A neighbor's house had just been invaded by a mother Raccoon and a couple of babies, so I had a bat ready in case I was attacked. I said, "Who's in there?", not expecting an answer, but I got a loud hiss back. I was positive it was a Possum at that point, but when I opened the door, Orville was wrapped up in toilet paper and he bit me when I was getting him loose.

The best one was a couple of months later. It was winter and my bedroom was pretty cold, so all three dogs were in bed with me. Blackie's nickname was "Space Cadet", because she had her oxygen cut off when she was born and not quite right. She used to like to stare at walls. But she was a happy dog most of the time:
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It was about 4am, and I woke up, and someone was taking the drapes a few inches to the right side of the bed, and putting them over my head. I was convinced I was being murdered! I kicked and hit someone, it was one or both of the other dogs, and I started throwing punches at whoever it was who I thought was trying to kill me. I could hear them grunting as I punched them. A few punches into the fight for my life, the curtain rod comes off the wall and hits me in the face, and a second later, I can see again, and I see it's poor Blackie I was punching, and she was trying to get out of the room with the drapes tangled up in the little link thing that held her tags on. She only had minor damage, but she got extra treats to make up for me beating her up.
 
We were lying in bed watching tv this evening when we heard a door close. No one in the house but myself and the wife. I grabbed my 686+ and went to investigate. Finding nothing out of sorts I headed back toward the bedroom. My better half, complete with laser equipped m&p was looking as well. Did you put the cat in the powder room? She asked. No, I replied. Well he must have put himself in there again, she says. The nine month old Main Coon kitten, at about 14 lb., has a habit of closing himself up in the powder room and then banging on the door. Enough to give us old folks a fainting spell! :

Over the last 18 years we have had 5 Maine Coons. My wife calls them "Blonds" (nice to look at but not much upstairs)

One of our biggest at 24 pounds could sequester himself in a room and not get out. Even if the door was only closed to just touching but not secured he was trapped. We tried showing him many times by putting his paws/claws in the space and pulling the door open with him. CATS!!!!!--:)
 
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Over the last 18 years we have had 5 Maine Coons. My wife calls them "Blonds" (nice to look at but not much upstairs)

One of our biggest at 24 pounds could sequester himself in a room and not get out. Even if the door was only closed to just touching but not secured he was trapped. We tried showing him many times by putting his paws/claws in the space and pulling the door open with him. CATS!!!!!--:)


You are not getting cats.

I'll explain.

In ancient times humans adored cats as if they were Gods.

And cats never forgot it.:D

They still think you're supposed to do anything for their well being and comfort.

Alley cats are used to fend for themselves. But if you manage to get one's trust. You are back to plan A. :rolleyes:
 
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If you aren't home.....

Over the last 18 years we have had 5 Maine Coons. My wife calls them "Blonds" (nice to look at but not much upstairs)

One of our biggest at 24 pounds could sequester himself in a room and not get out. Even if the door was only closed to just touching but not secured he was trapped. We tried showing him many times by putting his paws/claws in the space and pulling the door open with him. CATS!!!!!--:)

...he can open the door just fine.


I'll bet he really gets a kick out of you on all fours 'demonstrating how to claw open the door.:D
 
...he can open the door just fine.


I'll bet he really gets a kick out of you on all fours 'demonstrating how to claw open the door.:D

Well we do like to keep our four legged part of the family happy.:)

Not really many times we have come home and found him trapped in the room, he just does not get it!
 
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Our Pointing Griffon is good about staying in her kennel but if we leave her there, she merely forces the door open. She's good at staying there all night but a couple of times...…

Wife and I have an agreement. If we come home late or unexpected, we call out until the other one answers. Had a friend in high school whose father shot her brother when he forgot his key and climbed in the window. Killed him and the father later shot himself!
 
My niece had a Main Coon would come around for a sniff and little petting then done . When older it kept watch over the kids at night till it died last year
 
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That means....

My kitten, Matilda, has become quite the little hunter. She's been bringing in voles, shrews, and mice lately, at 0530 or so. She is so proud of herself. I praise her.

...that she has acccepted you into her family and is doing her bit to provide. I hope you show her how much you enjoy them by letting her sit at the table to watch as you eat them with relish (a LOT of relish! :D)
 
"Not My Cat" thinks we exist to serve her. Her bed is in the walkout lower level but we normally keep that door closed. She'll meow loudly to go up/down. She'll also grab the draft stopper and rattle the door like the ghost of Christmas past.
We have tried to get her to sleep down there... she likes laying under the wood stove in winter... Cats left out become coyote bait.
 
Just a little funny thing about my cat Timmy that amuses the hell out of me. His greatest desire is to get out of my apartment and run the halls. He tries every single time I come home, with about a once every two month success rate. if there is anyone in the hall, he instantly runs back home. About a month ago, I got a box delivered and it's sitting next to my door and my back is too bad to mess with it, so it sits there, making it hard for Timmy to be able to get out without me being able to catch him as he can only come out between the end of the box and the door. After a couple of failures, he "thought" that maybe going on the other side of the door when I come in would work. Since the door hinges are on that side and it opens inward, it's doomed to failure, but yet he tries, almost every single time. On Monday, he tried a half dozen times. My other cat seems to understand how the door works and just sits there and watches him. I've had a couple of pretty dumb dogs, but Timmy seems to be the King of Dumb.
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