Hal, we can play Thermo Nuclear War, but only in "safe" mode.
There's a domestic cat bigger than the Maine Coon. It's another cold-climate beast, the Norwegian Forest Cat. I've considered whether I'd like one, but they need lots of space and don't do well in warm climates. So a California condo would probably not be a good spot for a Norwegie.
Nope. Ty isn't even a contender. I've got a pair of 16 pound cats, by the vet's scale.
The Maine Coon cats I've seen in shows, with the pedigrees and all, were a lousy 12 to 14 lbs. The farm-cat Maine Coons get to be nearly 20 and a large mature male Norwegie farmcat may go up to 25 or so. Something about large body size being an advantage in very cold climates?
For some reason I'll never figure out, many American show-cat breeders tend to breed down in size and value delicate appearance over robust body types.
Lioness and Saxy- I could have used your help a few months ago with my "cat"astrophe. This cat had and extra "attack" gene. If he head been human he would probably have been on death row for mass murder. All my vet could tell me was to take him to a cat "therapist" and have him evaluated for Prozac. Yeesh!
BTW is that picture of the TABBY for real above? If so that is some Pituitary Mutant Cat!
Sadie: that sometimes happens with domesticated animals. If you're unlucky enough to get the throwback cat, you're stuck with a wild animal. There's really nothing to be done, unless you have a barn or yard big enough for him to be wild in. Trying to "tame" and keep that particular cat in the house sounds like a really bad idea, even with Prozac. Yeesh, indeed!
male, age 2 domestic long hair. Adopted as kitten 8 weeks. Always a "tough guy".
No Prozac- He was meant to be an outdoor cat-far too destructive to keep inside, but by the time we realized it was too late... The whole 2 years we threw out a lot of furniture, bedding, pillows,plants, and had a lot of scratches and bites. He could be sweet too, but then he would just go mental!
I had to give him back to our vet, no one would take him--- and I suspect he went to that "big barn in the sky" - but we like to think he's happily chasing mice in a heated barn with a "KittyJacuzzi" and private birdbath.
OT thanks for lending a paw. He was neutered at 6 months. This cat could have been a Russian acrobat. He would jump up from the ground about 6 feet straight into the air- to attack a speck on the wall no one else could even see! Based on this cat I'd thought maybe I was a "bad parent" and get the Prozac and therapy myself, but fortunately I do better with kids than animals!
W have had some odd pets in the past- but even our pet eel(had for 2 years until he escaped)was easier to live with than this beast.
I'd be interested to hear other folks "weirdest pet" stories.
Gentlemen, just put yourself in the place of this unfortunate eel, lying in a huge octagonal aquarium buried under the gravel all day, the only thing to look foward to is nighttime, when he comes out to glare at whoever comes in the room and turns on the light. Then one day the same dastardly boy who caught you forgets to put the aquarium cover back on and there it is, the great escape. I believe eels start out in Salt water and migrate though estuaries upriver into ponds, until they are ready to breed. A leap out of a tank therefore, is not exactly a "leap of faith". Found the next day dessicated under the baseboard heater....