I’ve had several people enquire about our two Maine Coon cats that we welcomed into our home a little more than a year ago. How are they doing? Perfectly fine, thank you very much. How are we doing in comparison? Whew, what a loaded question.
As rambunctious young kitties go, they are full of vim and vigor. Autumn is the sleek, slinky, high-strung, high-maintenance Lamborghini… while Terra is the calm, affable, loves-everybody, sturdy Peterbilt. Being sisters from the same litter, they are quite different — though both are endearingly sweet and engaging.
Autumn is the type of cat that will dodge a hand coming in for a pet, until the hand has been properly sniffed and been determined to be devoid of food (she’s quite the chow hound), while Terra loves a good petting session and rolls on her back to demand gentle belly scratches. Autumn is a ferocious toy killer, while Terra loves chasing a laser dot. Autumn falls from heights (even low ones) all the time, while Terra is the accomplished trapeze artist.
If this is painting up a picture of domestic tranquility, well… I’ll let you be the judge — especially with the scene below.
This is just one example of the frequent “fun” we deal with, in this case — Autumn being clumsy (the clumsiest cat I think I’ve ever known) and knocking a sealed glass bottle of fountain pen ink onto the floor, causing the plastic lid to split open, and the contents to go everywhere. Thankfully our floors are varnished (the floor in this room was covered in thick shag carpeting when we bought it) and we have bleach. Lots of it.
So no harm, no foul. Autumn only got the tiniest hint of ink on her toe beans before I hustled her out of the room, and the glass didn’t shatter. Terra was also in the room, but she’s the super-careful one, and she never leaves behind the trail of destruction that seems to follow Autumn. Or if she does, she’s careful to make Autumn out to be the fall guy.
We’re thoroughly besotted with them and can’t imagine our lives being without loving kitties now.