One of my fellow naval officers at work owns a Maine Coon. They are enormous cats, more bob than puddy. I’ve seen some up to thirty-five pounds. My shipmate has pictures on his desk of the monster and I could not help but remark about ’em.
I marveled (to myself) how wonderful it was that two red-blooded American males could discuss felines so openly. Fifty years ago, we would have been ostracized. We’ve come a long way as a nation and a Navy. FYI, here is a Maine Coon in all its glory:
Resist the thought that the picture is photoshopped. T’ain’t. . .