Life in the sea of blue cats.: seanan

Life in the sea of blue cats.

So, as many of you have ascertained from this month's welcome post, I have a new member of my feline family: Thomas, a blue classic tabby and white Maine Coon. Like Alice, he hails from Seattle's fantastic Pinecoon Cattery, courtesy of Betsy Tinney. He and Alice actually share a mother, the sweet-natured and endlessly tolerant Arial (yes, like the font), although they have different fathers. Thomas joined the family on Sunday afternoon, heralded by a rather epic amount of hissing from my pre-existing cats, Lilly and Alice.

Thomas, it should be noted, has really not participated in the hissing. He's a goofy, sweet little blue boy, and he starts purring when I get within three feet of him. That is, when he's not racing through the house like a kitten possessed, sinuous blue tail flying out behind him like a flag, losing traction on the hardwood floor, and slamming into the nearest available wall. Yes. He does this a lot.

Lilly and Alice remain dubious of our new family member, but they're starting to warm to him. Lilly was grooming him yesterday (she is the lickingest cat alive), and he and Alice slept on my chest last night, together. Given that he's likely to weigh more than she does when he grows up, this may become a lot less endearing really, really soon. Then again, they eliminate the need for a space heater, so hey. All three of them spent last night's episode of Glee hanging out, purring loudly, and being cute. I have the cutest cats in the entire world. And all my cats are blue.

This brings me to two Maine Coons and one classic Siamese, which strikes me as a good place to stop, since going any further takes me into crazy cat lady territory. Besides, I'm already pretty sure that, if they wanted to, they could take me.

Kitten!

(No, there are not yet kitten pictures available. Yes, there will be kitten pictures...eventually. Making pictures uploadable is a long, manual process, and I'm getting ready for this weekend's Orycon Guest of Honor slot, integrating a new cat into my household, and trying to finish a book. Asking me for kitten pictures only reduces my desire to deal with formatting them. So please show mercy, and don't ask?)

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beccastareyes

November 10 2010, 22:54:55 UTC 6 years ago

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I can imagine. I suspect one of my mother's cats is part Maine Coon*, and he is large and puffy. Not quite to the 'could eat small dogs' stage but 'decidedly a big cat'. I can only imagine a purebred is puffier (and will be larger).

(He is was prone to knocking things off tables/shelves/etc. I don't remember if he ran into walls as a kitten.)

(Sorry for the picspam, but kitties!)

* he's a shelter cat.

seanan_mcguire

November 11 2010, 15:55:15 UTC 6 years ago

You never need to be sorry for pictures of kitties. Looking at those ears, I think you're probably right about there being some Maine Coon in him, but yeah, a purebred is puffier and larger.

November 11 2010, 16:03:44 UTC 6 years ago

He's a great cat -- probably the only cat my little brother likes -- though he doesn't care for me*. Or strangers, really -- he's mellowed a bit, but mostly because he got a case of Kitty Anxiety Disorder when Mom moved and was on drugs until he adjusted. He's happier now, except when Mom's other cat (who needs to learn to sleep at night, but is old enough that he won't) decides to wake him up in the middle of the night.

* He might be over it, but Mom got him shortly before I went to college and moved to the dorms, and most of my summers at home were spent keeping my parakeet away from him. He really wanted that parakeet, realized I was the primary force keeping him from it, and thus I was a horrible human being. Once my sister moved out, I asked her to take the parakeet with her, since the poor thing was lonely from being trapped in a room so the cat couldn't get her. The other cat never really cared too much about the bird as long as she was in her cage.

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