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Feb 17, 2014 - 10:48 AM
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dragon53
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Back in the late 1970s through the 1980s, a huge, local grey/black/white cat was always hanging around the neighborhood. He was very friendly and liked being around people, so we began to feed it on a regular basis. He was usually there sitting on the porch waiting for his food. if you didn't feed him immediately, he would stand on his hind legs and look at us through the screen door to remind us he was there and was hungry. If we still didn't feed him immediately, he would leap on and onto the screen door, so I would have to go over and pry his claws out of the screen to free him, and then I would feed him. In 1985, I had to move to South Carolina for a new job and never saw the cat again. My niece was in elementary school in New York and loved to visit us just so she could play with the cat. Several years ago, I was curious as to what type of cat he was and via the internet, found out he was a Maine Coon. Ironically, I was thinking about looking up Maine Coons on the internet just yesterday. This morning when I went outside before 5 am, I opened the door and a neighborhood cat was sitting at the door. I miss that Maine Coon cat a lot.
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Feb 17, 2014 - 1:19 PM
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edwzoomom
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Back in the late 1970s through the 1980s, a huge, local grey/black/white cat was always hanging around the neighborhood. He was very friendly and liked being around people, so we began to feed it on a regular basis. He was usually there sitting on the porch waiting for his food. if you didn't feed him immediately, he would stand on his hind legs and look at us through the screen door to remind us he was there and was hungry. If we still didn't feed him immediately, he would leap on and onto the screen door, so I would have to go over and pry his claws out of the screen to free him, and then I would feed him. In 1985, I had to move to South Carolina for a new job and never saw the cat again. My niece was in elementary school in New York and loved to visit us just so she could play with the cat. Several years ago, I was curious as to what type of cat he was and via the internet, found out he was a Maine Coon. Ironically, I was thinking about looking up Maine Coons on the internet just yesterday. This morning when I went outside before 5 am, I opened the door and a neighborhood cat was sitting at the door. I miss that Maine Coon cat a lot. It is amazing how much of an impact an animal - stray or pet - can have on you. I love your story. The nails of a Coon tend to be very sharp and thin compared to other cats - not sure why. He must have been a bit of bulk to pry from the screen. Feeding him was so kind of you and he probably lived a good life due to your kindness. News of your big heart must have spread over the Bridge and back - thus your early morning visitor!
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A carrier fit for a King!
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I'd love to see the big-ass carrier and big-ass kitty -- any pictures you would be willing to share?
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That's a pretty cat, MikeP.
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