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being maine coon in michigan

i am eleven...and?

this seems impressive to the faithful scribe, she keeps telling me: "you're a prime number, churrah!" i'd be much more impressed if i got some prime rib out of the whole deal...but i did get some salmon...with the skin left on it. nice, oily salmon...oh, luscious.

and i found myself amused to watch the kittens squirm and wriggle as ear mite medicine was squirted into their ears...that was a nice birthday gift for the humans to arrange, and apparently there will be repeat showings. things are looking up a bit for me. when first human goes out at night, second human and the faithful scribe slip me a bit of the good cosmic catnip. so...it's not like i look forward to first human walking out the door, but it does ease the pain. humans...sometimes they DO understand...

i really can't explain it

i find myself searching her out, the rough and tumble kitten, the smallest of us all, the one who gave me no respect...kaya brat kat. i haul myself up to their perch and peer over the side of their car bed-and allow the little orange beast to toy with my bells. we play stalking games, and hide and seek, and leapcat. i even let her chew my tail.
i play with shyloh when kaya isn't around...but it's kaya who pursues me so relentlessly, and lies behind me on the couch or beside me on my bed or her bed. perhaps it's simply that when i chase shyloh she runs from me, while kaya will run then double back and run straight at me. shyloh will jump out at me and ambush-but when i make chase, she simply runs to find another ambush point. i find i am intrigued by the sheer boldness of the little scrap of a cat. it would never occur to shyloh to twist over on her back and play sprightly tunes on my beautiful bells. she bats at my tail-it's irresistable to them both-but she'd never chew on it!
why do these indignities draw me? why do i find such insolence attractive? i really cannot explain it. for now, i simply enjoy it.

me a DOTD cat...imagine that.

well. so i haven't been meowing and chirping into the void after all. people are out there listening to my maine coon meanderings. i must say i am mildly shocked...everyone seems to think the kittens are so much more interesting....
well. they're certainly more active. but i have more character. and more skills. they have yet to even make their first kill, after all-while i am the reason the local mice sleep uneasily. i am the nightmare of rodentia. i am black of fur and gold of eye and fleet of paw. i also have an amazing vertical leap-and i can jump onto the back of the kitchen chairs in one smooth bound and balance there-the kittens have to jump into the seat then clamber up, and even then they can't always keep their pawing.
there is something to be said for experience. i have knowledge of the seasons in all their glory-the kittens only really know the wet bite of winter. they are orange flash-but i am black depth. i have dignity. and class. i am manly. i am maine coon.
i have noted before that when i come into a room everyone says my name-i have presence. i do not go unnoticed in my realm...and i am pleased that the catster community has chosen to notice me as well. trills and cat blinks to you all.