If you say so...

It's supposed to have an "alluring blend of fruit flavors." Um. OK.

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I have a lap cat!

I've been longing for a lap cat ever since Lola died, and although Sandy the breeder swore to me that Amelia wanted to be a lap cat, she doesn't exactly seek out laptime. No, my little Chatterbox would rather sit in the window and chirp at the piegons. I understand that, I mean, she's a cat. Cats like to talk to birds. I always think it's trash talking, but you never know.

Until recently, Marilyn Maineroe showed almost as little interest in my lap. Oh, she'd come for a few minutes, but not very long until I brought her home from the vet last week. Ever since then, she's been crawling up on my lap of her own volition. I pet her, and she purrs. She sits until I move.

This is a very happy development. Her fur is so soft thanks to the spendy wet food, and my Fluffernutter is definitely proving herself to be the gentle giant that a Maine Coon is supposed to be.

If after reading my ravings about the wonders of life with a Maine Coon you decide that you need one, please check out Maine Coon Rescue. There are Coons in shelters and foster care all over the U.S. who need homes. The Maine Coon is a cat that even a dog person could love.

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