Wow, Salem aka Pussy Willow Kit Kat ala Willow was a beauty!
I too had a black tabby long haired Maine Coon similar to your beautiful boy.
My female MC was named Squeak because she didn't meow. She had the tiniest squeak and made little grunting odd noises when she was angry or upset or wanted my personal attention ... which was all the time.
She was a semi tiny yet huge cat with massive paws and a ton of fur that use to get messy around her bottom .... she would have slight accidents when she was in the litter box and the clumping sand sometimes combined with her doo doo and get stuck to her fur. She would wander around the house squeaking and whining in the oddest way to show me she had a mess on her butt and demand me to clean her.
Cleaning entailed baby wet wipes and scissors and my annoyed complaining to her while I performed surgery to her amazingly soft fur near her butt. She was such a diva!
She was a tiny cat and weighed less then a loaf of wonder bread ... but her fur was long full lush and she had a ton of it which made her look huge. When she jumped up on guests who came to my home they all were shocked at how light and delicate she was.
Maine Coon's are the coolest cats .... she loved being bowled down the hallway, or she often played "fetch" with paper balls and would bring them back to me and place the ball right in my hand so I could throw it again. Sometimes I would wake up in the morning and there would be a paper ball in my hand and she would be sitting beside me waiting patiently for play time to start again.
Coolest cat ever!
Did you P-Willow do anything unique with you and J? Who was PW's favorite between the 2 of you?
Tell me PW's secrets and how cool he was .... I know he must have been a sweetie ... MC's are awesome cats.
Salem was with me at my old apartment but passed on before I met J. I needed to put him to sleep, to help him end his hind leg pain, and other health issues that he suffered from in his old pussycat age. You'd never know he was suffering so bad at the end of his years -- he'd chirp (not meow) his kitty conversations with me, and was always so bright and curious.
Salem loved to play hockey (as goalie) in the kitchen -- batting a bottle cap with his paws -- great saves!-- across the smooth tiled floor. He always got so excited when we'd cheer for him.
Another game he enjoyed paying, was the shell game -- and he'd find the treat under the correct covered bowl 8/10 times. Yes, he could track the gameplay well, but I think he also had a good nose on his side.
Salem also liked to play "fetch" -- but with a soft, crinkly cat ball. Generally he'd bring the ball back, but towards the end of our playtime, he would delight in changing things up. He would "lose track" of the ball, and slip it into my boot, instead, for me to find at a later date.
Salem was a great pal. Early on, I taught him to play with "paws, not claws" -- showing how gentle he could be. But if we really wanted to rough-house, I would slip on a pair of baking mitts, and he knew he could bite and grab the mittens with abandon (often purring as he played.)
I still miss the Pussy Willow, and have dreamt of him on occasion, giving me a slow blink, with his "Prtttt, prttt" of a greeting.
Yes, Maine Coons are attentive, humorous kitties, and can really bring a lot of love into your life.❤️️