yup, he's pretty big grumble. around 25 pounds. he's a purebred, from champion parentage.
the condensed version, which is tough for me
, of my cat story begins with dw's first cat, a stray that she took in. he was a huge maine coon "mutt". i fell in love with him, but when he died from a vet's negligence, i went immediately down to the shelter to get a replacement cat. we had the room and the cat setup, and were hurting from the loss of our little guy so i figured that we'd save a shelter cat.
then we got a second shelter cat to keep company a year later.
another year or 2 later, dw did her research, and then begged me to get her a purebred maine coon because she wanted a huge purring furball, kinda like her first cat. so we went to the cat show in madison square garden, hooked up with a breeder, and bought hercules.
finally, over the next coupla years, we took in 2 seperate stray kittens from the neighborhood, one so young that she had to bottle feed through her hair for a few weeks. so we ended up with 5; i guess that made me a cat ace!
recently, the most senior cat, the second shelter cat passed away. i'm glad we gave her a good life.
getting back to herc: imo, he was a tremendous waste of fur, and $700 for the first few years. he was so pompass; didn't like to be held or petted; scared of everything even though he was as big as a dog. he wouldn't eat treats unles he was hand fed. he just sat regally off in the corner, preferring to just look good, and not be bothered.
that was until my son was born, and became mobile.
ever since then, all of the other cats live on seperate floors, often on high places away from wherever the mini human terror was. all except for herc. he lets my son sit on him, pull his tail, push him around all over. all with only an occasional hiss, which of course my son loves and imitates.
so he wasn't a waste of fur afterall. kinda teaches you a lesson, ya know?