I Blame Gus

Hello to all you Maine Coon Fanciers out there!  I hope you are all well and have a warm kitty in your lap while you read my first attempt at Blog Writing….be kind…lol

As I was pondering what should be my first subject, I decided to make it easy and just start at the beginning…How I came to own my first Maine Coon….

I am going to blame it on Gus.  Gus was a Blue and Silver Tabby Domestic Short Hair that my husband and I found on a property we were renting after we married.  Gus was approximately 3 months old, my husband was mowing at the back of the property, and this little bag of bones came out from under a bush meowing.  This pitiful little kitten had bugs crawling out of every orifice on his little skinny body, his eyes were stuck shut from dried gunk, and he had dried boogers closing his nose.  

I picked him up, and my heart immediately melted away.  My husband saw the look on my face and yelled “NO!”, and I said…”Then run him over with the lawn mower and put him out of his misery (Knowing my husband would never do such a thing), what do you want me to do?”  I told my husband the kitten probably wouldn’t last through the night, and the least we could do was make him comfortable for his passing.

I named him Gus because my husband kept saying we couldn’t keep him. So, I would sing the song lyric….”Get on the bus, Gus. Make a new plan, Stan.”  Haha!  Anyway, the name stuck, and he was our constant companion and friend for the next 16+ years.  He brought so much joy, love, and entertainment to us, and when we had to let him go, we were both devastated.

One night about six months later, my husband came home from work and said, “This house is too dang depressing without a cat in it!  Find us a new kitten…”

And so it began…