Cute story for you guys. I pitched in and pulled an older Maine Coon/DLH mix from a high kill shelter. I had to keep him in my mom's house for a couple of hours until his foster mom could get him.
He was nervous, but a very good boy!
Anyway, we were laying on the rug in the spare bedroom... he was dozing... then he opened his eyes, looked around and got up to explore a bit.
There was a wood and upholstered chair in the corner with stuff piled on it. He got up on his hind paws, but his front paws on the chair and sniffed.
He then turned to me, still laying on the rug and politely said... meeeoooowww??? And dropped down to walk away.
Well, I took that to be a request to sit on the chair. So I moved the junk, scooped him up and plopped him onto the chair. He wiggled around a little bit and then relaxed.
And when his foster mom came to get him and we went into the bedroom, well, kitty was still lounging on that chair.
I got such a kick out of the fact that he ASKED me to make it possible for him to sit there. Such a good boy!
He also likes to kiss on the lips, which I found out at the shelter.
This is his shelter photo. We named him Lord Stanley. Too bad the Red Wings didn't cooperate!
He was nervous, but a very good boy!
Anyway, we were laying on the rug in the spare bedroom... he was dozing... then he opened his eyes, looked around and got up to explore a bit.
There was a wood and upholstered chair in the corner with stuff piled on it. He got up on his hind paws, but his front paws on the chair and sniffed.
He then turned to me, still laying on the rug and politely said... meeeoooowww??? And dropped down to walk away.
Well, I took that to be a request to sit on the chair. So I moved the junk, scooped him up and plopped him onto the chair. He wiggled around a little bit and then relaxed.
And when his foster mom came to get him and we went into the bedroom, well, kitty was still lounging on that chair.
I got such a kick out of the fact that he ASKED me to make it possible for him to sit there. Such a good boy!
This is his shelter photo. We named him Lord Stanley. Too bad the Red Wings didn't cooperate!