So, yeah, two Maine Coons. It wasn’t exactly the plan from the start, you know? I’d seen pictures, heard stories about these massive, fluffy cats, and thought, “Okay, one of those would be cool.” A real statement cat, right?
Finding the Furballs
I started looking around. Did some research, talked to a few folks. Found someone who had kittens. Drove out there, planning to just pick one. But then I saw them. Two brothers, tumbling around, already looking pretty substantial for little guys. One was a classic brown tabby, the other this smoky grey dude.
They were stuck together like glue. Watching them, I just couldn’t stomach the thought of splitting them up. Seemed wrong. So, impulsively maybe, I decided right then and there. Both were coming home with me. My brain was screaming about double the food, double the vet bills, double the shedding… but hey, sometimes you just gotta go with it.
Bringing the Giants Home
Getting them back was an adventure. Two carriers, lots of confused meowing. The first few days, they mostly explored. Found every nook and cranny. They were surprisingly bold, not too skittish. They claimed the sofa pretty quick. And yeah, even as kittens, their paws were huge. Like, comically large.
Right away, their personalities started showing:
- Leo (the tabby): The bold explorer, first into everything, demanded attention constantly. Also the first to figure out how to open cabinet doors.
- Shadow (the grey): More reserved, watchful. Liked to find high spots and just observe. But when he wanted cuddles, he was like a furry bulldozer.
Living with Gentle Giants (Mostly Gentle)
Fast forward a bit, and they’re not kittens anymore. They are seriously big cats. Like, small dog big. Picking them up is a workout. Everything is scaled up.
The food bill? Yeah, it’s noticeable. They eat a lot. Quality food isn’t cheap, and they go through it fast.
The shedding. Oh man, the shedding. Tumbleweeds of fur are just a part of life now. Brushing is a daily ritual, otherwise, everything gets coated. Sometimes I feel like I’m brushing a small sheep. We bought a heavy-duty vacuum cleaner specifically because of them.
They’re generally clumsy giants too. Things get knocked over. Nothing malicious, they just misjudge their size or tail-whipping radius sometimes. You learn not to keep fragile things on low shelves.
But honestly? It’s been great. They follow me around the house like shadows (fitting for one of them, eh?). They chirp and trill, making these weird little noises instead of just meowing all the time. Watching them play together, even now they’re big, is hilarious. It looks like two furry wrestlers going at it.
Having two was definitely the right call, despite the extra work and fur. They keep each other company. And seeing these two massive fluffballs curled up together sleeping? Totally worth vacuuming three times a day.
