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Poor Rumpus should have weighed at least 15 lbs being male and a Main Coon. I never could get him to be more than 12 lbs. He was very fearful and not trusting at all when he came to me, hiding under furniture and even under the covers of my bed when nobody was in the room. From what I was told he had never been cuddled, just brought out for company to admire because he was larger than the average cat and had those beautiful tufts on his ears. In his later years his so-called mom became mentally unstable, lived with a family who had mean teenagers who teased him unmercifully. It broke my heart to hear this. Eventually some kind soul talked the family into giving him up, he was fostered for a short time and then he came to live with me. It broke my heart again when I had to put him down because he had kidney failure and would not eat anymore. Just thinking about that makes me cry all over again.
he waves his tail and bits of it come off, he needs combing
on the dining table-that's a no-no, but he thinks it's his rightful place
on the cat tree my grandson made for me
he used to like to hide under the papasan chair which I still have from my college days, I take naps in it - so did he after he had come out of his shell
his royal highness - he thinks!
that's one bushy tail -glugg-glugg, there goes the water
he was very dainty about drinking, always came up from behind the fountain
double door stop, yes, that's a brick with a needlepoint cover
Pictures make him come alive again and I have tons of them
Pictures make him come alive again and I have tons of them
Guess it was pure luck I adopted Gracie from a local shelter not even knowing her breed.. If anyone of knows a breeder or kittens up for adoption in Calif or near ( willing to travel ) give a shout......
