This week I want to tell you a bit more about Sully’s personality and how (I think) it’s unique to his breed. I did lots of research prior to getting him and the majority of the stuff I read is true; Maine Coons really do have remarkable personalities. Sully isn’t like any other cat I’ve owned before – if anything he’s more like a dog.
For starters, he eats double the amount of a “normal” cat. I’m talking 200g of wet food per day, as well as around 150g of dry food AND treats on top of that. No matter how much I feed him, he’s always on the lookout for his next snack. If I drop any scraps of food on the floor he hoovers them up straight away; even random food you wouldn’t expect a cat to eat, like bread. A few days ago I even caught him eating a bit of discarded halloumi from a BBQ we had. I always had cats down as fussy creatures, but not Sully. He’s basically a furry bin whose greed knows no bounds. His low point was when ate the leaves off of my Ficus Bonsai tree…and ended up poisoning himself.
Second, he follows me absolutely everywhere. I have an open plan living room/kitchen and if I cross the threshold into either room he’ll follow me there. He sits on the edge of the bath whilst I shower, sleeps under my desk when I work from home and plays in the bedroom when I go to sleep at night. I’ve never had a cat that’s followed me around like that before. He doesn’t do it in a needy way, either; he generally prefers me to leave him alone so he can watch whatever I’m doing.
Maine Coons are labelled as an outgoing and sociable breed and this is 100% true. Sully is like that one friend you can take anywhere, but in cat form. Usually cats will take themselves off to a quiet place when the house is busy, but Sully loves to be involved and seems to enjoy it when we have people over. He’ll usually make a beeline for whoever he hasn’t met before, which is part of the reason I keep him as a house cat. His curiosity towards strangers makes him vulnerable and easy to steal.
One of my favourite things about Sully, though, is his resilience. He’s super accepting of new circumstances and nothing ever fazes him, which makes him one of the easiest pets I’ve ever had (apart from my goldfish) in terms of moving house, going away for the weekend…anything like that. About a month after I got him, I moved from a small flat to a house and was pretty worried about how he’d react – I knew from past experience that moving a cat is hard because they’re so territorial – but he completely took it in his stride. Within an hour he was legging it around as if he owned the place.
We even took him to stay at my boyfriend’s parents’ house one weekend and he was totally cool about it. We didn’t hear a peep out of him for the entire car journey and when we got there he was happy as Larry; eating, playing and exploring as if he were at home. I think that’s quite unusual for a cat. We had a ginger moggy when I was younger that went missing when we moved. The poor thing turned up (alive) halfway down the M6 motorway, trying to get back to our old house.
The last thing- which isn’t a personality trait per se- is his lack of meow. Maine Coons are known for their “chirp” so I thought his voice would develop as he grew- but it never did. The noise he makes is like a cross between a Velociraptor and TV static; it’s hilarious. He’s also an extremely heavy breather. I’ll often go to bed at night and hear him breathing like Darth Vadar/a serial killer from behind the curtain. I used to find it really creepy, but now I just see it as another layer of his awesome personality.
Until next time,