Originally Posted by Anna LeBlanc
General John Stark is now 2yrs, 2mos old. He is definitely our smallest cat, he weighs only about 12lbs., but he is the scrappiest and, with the death of our former pride leader who was a Chocolate-Point Siamese, is now more of the leader himself. They all get along well and Thaiphoon is more of my wife's cat than anyone else is, but we have never witnessed any fits of jealousy, he is very gentle and talkative.
Algonquin is a big "chirper" like most Maine Coons, he also has a tendency to bark, almost like a dog. Our cats are all indoors, but when there is snow we let Nanners out for a little bit and his "snowshoe" imprints are about as big as a small dog. Quite impressive.
Its fun going to the vet and hearing names like General John Stark called out, giving me a chance to explain, and then hearing them trip and fumble over "Alqun...Alguin..uh...how do you say this?"
"LIVE FREE OR DIE...DEATH IS NOT THE WORST OF ALL EVILS." Gen. John Stark. "by reason of much foule weather and Extreme Bad Woods to travel in..." From the letter of my Great Uncle, Samuel Willard (accompanied by my grandfather Henry), to Governor Dummer on August 16, 1725, explaining the reason for his return, being instructed to "range all the country", of the Wawobadenik (White Mountains) July 19-August 16, 1725. I am a 13th generation New Englander and proud of it.