A. J. Alexander’s Writing Assistant #2

On April 9, 2020, I published a post about how I got my ‘Baby Boy,’ my ‘Writing Assistant #1‘.

I posted about 2 feet of information about Maine Coon cats. In this post, I’ll spare you from the same information. If you like to read about it, go back to the older post.

Instead, I’m going to introduce you to my first ‘Baby Girl’, my ‘Writing Assistant #2’.

This girl, too, is a pure breed Maine Coon cat, even though she is a bit small for the breed, and she is clearly missing the excessive Lynx-tips I love so much about Maine Coon cats. I don’t care. She’s beautiful, you will see.

I got her when my boy’s former playmate, the little black Persian cat, passed away. I wrote in my former post:

“When I had to euthanize his little Persian friend, he was angry about me and ignored me for quite some time, occasionally he bit me. And he was so depressed he had his tail hanging down. Maine Coons are very proud of their bushy long-haired tail and generally carry it high.”

I had to do something to make sure my boy wasn’t going to be alone too long, so I called the breeder and told her about the situation at that time. She explained to me that she had a female Maine Coon, a black tabby. Her last pregnancy didn’t go very well, and she did not want to risk the cat’s health by trying to pair her again. She, therefore, decided to retire the female at the age of three and a half years. Also, it was a huge advantage that the cats knew each other and came from the same household.

I thought it was a good idea, I also knew she needed a new home, and I sat in my car to pick her up. She is a cutie. A small, almost fragile cat with the cutest face and beautiful ‘tiger stripes’ in black and gray.

When she entered my home, she took over right away. There was no doubt she was the boss, but to my delight, she did not treat the male with contempt. They played together and occasionally argued, but the positions were clear.

Little did I know back then, that male cats are hierarchically far below the females. Female cats in groups are bad bullies. One female cat generally feels far above the males. My little girl acted the same. I had to find out yet, that in truth, she is a shy, insecure cat. What I considered ‘cuddly’ was her seeking my protection. To this day, she still does. Being transported around scares the living daylight out of her, and she still did not get over the big move. She got traumatized, and I often carry her around.

I’m very proud to have her. She is a few months older than the boy and is 11 years old this year, just like him.

She’s amazing and very cute. Even though to me, she looks like a ‘normal’ cat, she still has her Maine Coon characteristics and is a bit bigger than average.

Let me show you my ‘Writing Assistant #2’:


15 thoughts on “A. J. Alexander’s Writing Assistant #2

  1. Beautiful cat.

    I thought I would tell you a little story about cats (all true).

    I once had a female cat which I called Delilah for no other reason than she looked like a Delilah. She was a lovely wee thing though a voracious hunter. Everyday I would wake to find, birds, mice and many young rabbits downstairs that she had dragged in through the cat flap, grown bored, and let them go to roam around. A fully grown Chicken even (and how she achieved that I will never know- the Hen was bigger than she was).

    Anyway, when Delilah was around two years old the old lady from across the road came to my door. telling me that she had found a kindle of Kittens whose mother, a local stray cat had been run over.
    I offered to take one. A tiny ginger tom cat who was only three weeks old, his eyes were not yet open. I had to feed him with an eye dropper, pushing the milk down into his throat, it was touch and go for a time but he survived and flourished. He slept in a cowboy boot in my bedroom (no idea why he chose that bed but slept there until he was too large to fit in it).

    My big problem was that I had to introduce him to Delilah, he could not live in my bedroom all his life but I was worried that she would attack or even eat him, he was so tiny. I was incredibly careful when letting them meet for the first time, ready to shoo her off or grab him if she attacked. I need not have worried, she sniffed him tentatively, sat and watched him for a while as he capered around then walked up to him lay down and curling herself around him started to clean his fur. He was soon asleep and she fell asleep curled around him.

    Now you may suspect that this the end of my little story but it is not.

    Delilah looked after Samson, for what else could I name him, already having a Delilah, and cared for him until he was much larger than her, they slept together, played together, took food together until a day when Samson was around a year old.

    Delilah wandered into the living-room having been out hunting, slowly strolled (in the way that only cats can do) over to Samson, who was sound asleep and proceeded to knock seven bells out of him. Claws fully out, he was yelping and trying to get away. Eventually he did. From this moment on Delilah exhibited the same behavior and I could never understand why.

    Well, I am told that, with female cats, there comes a time when her kittens are grown that she decides it is time for them to leave home, to make their own way in the world and Delilah obviously had considered and adjudged that the time had come for Samson to write his own story.

    Of course I was not going to kick him out, but the surrogate mother, Son relationship was gone forever and she would attack him on sight and he spent most of the rest of his life hiding from her and avoiding her despite the fact that he was twice her size. He never once (that I saw) fought back.

    Sorry for going on and on but your comment just made me remember and think of Delilah and Samson once again. I hope that you do not mind this little recollection.

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    1. Oh, I love kitty stories, don’t worry. And your Samson and Delilah were wonderful – until that hard day when Delilah ‘cut’ the bond between them. That’s, where I can imagine, she decided, she’d wait for the next kitty… I’m happy he still had you to protect him, otherwise, she had kicked him out. LOL

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  2. I didn’t know that about female cat’s being at the top of the pecking order but should have figured it out. My calico hates my sweet male tuxedo cat. She absolutely hates him. Years ago I had another older female cat who took in her male housemate. They were best buddies. So it surprised me that after ten years my calico cat still doesn’t accept the new male kitten. Oh well.

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    1. That’s what we think… they don’t actually hate – most of the time they just contempt. LOL If they cannot make themselves useful, they’re useless and that’s that. Over and out for the female cat.


  3. We had 2 cats, a male and a female. (Well, strictly speaking they were my daughter’s. She brought then back with her when a relationship broke up and she came home.) They lived quite companionably, but she was the boss. I’m not sure if they were litter mates, but they might have been.
    I digress. One day she came home with a very pretty black and white male cat whose owner was going abroad to live. It appeared that if no one took him in he would be destroyed.
    The male cat accepted him, but the female gave him hell, every time she saw him.

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    1. Oh yes… I can imagine… female cats just don’t like males – unless they can ‘use’ them for a short time. Before and after, they contempt them. Poor boys… imagine we ladies would… – oops… no, don’t. ROFL


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