BRAMBLEBERRY FARMS MAINE COON CATS

My first maine coon cat picked me up 11 years ago. We stayed at the state campground for 3 weeks, it was the fall getting cold and the campground would close for the year the day we left. Chucky was a maine coon cat that had been dumped there and spent the summer mooching off the campers. He decided to lasso me and come home with me. As we were packing up all our stuff the night before we left, I told my husband that I wasn't leaving without that cat. My husband, a long suffering animal lovers spouse, just grinned and said, I know. And so Chucky came home with us. And he's still here. somewhere, probably laying on my bed. And he started me wanting more. More of these huge purr machines. Who think nothing of slapping around one of my dogs. And let there be no mistake they are the cats in charge.

I have added lots of maine coons now, like all my cats they live inside and are not caged. It would be wrong to cage that wild strike. They have access to a large 15 x 30 foot fully enclosed outside room. Or they can lay around and do nothing but think in alpha on the bed. But most of all they have to be ready with a purr.

Chuck has been known to roam around and took care of the snakes and frogs and things that go bump in the night. But times have changed and now Chuck has learned to stay in, so don't get your panties in a wad. He's settled into being an inside cat and given up his evil ways.