I am enamored with my pets, especially my cats. I think they are the most interesting creatures. We adopted all our animals in one fashion or another. My mom gave me one of our cats... it was a sort of rescue. She was a young mother, kept in a small kennel with her kittens. They were just old enough to be weaned and she would put her paws through the kennel doors and meow pitifully at me. Since I was round with my youngest child, I had empathy for her. lol
The rest of them were all in shelters or rescue organizations. Thomas is the one I wanted to talk about today. The momma Siamese used to be my cuddle partner all the time, Thomas has taken over. Now she cuddles with my sons. Thomas is four times her weight and either a Maine Coone or a German Forest Cat. He is gorgeous and the most laid back cat I have ever met. Here he is:

You can see his bushy tail and the tuffs in his back paws -- maybe you can just barely see it in his front paws as they curl around the chair. You can't tell that the hair around his neck is thicker, almost like a little mane, or that the hair along his back and sides is longer than that of a normal cat -- but not like a Persian or anything like that.
What's really cool about him is the way he acts. He loves to "hold hands." On the way back from the shelter he was afraid in the car and wouldn't stop meowing unless I held his paw. Then he wads quiet and still. Now he'll lie on the arm of the sofa next to me and extend his paw until it touches my foot or hand. He doesn't like it to be squeezed, but touching or lying on top of mine... that's perfect. 
He rubs his whole body and tail against you when he's in an affectionate mood. Not so strange, right? He does it to our dogs too. He'll even lick their faces and ears. You should see the dogs when he does this. lol (Faith does the licking of the dogs as well)
He likes to sit under the fridge and sniff the fan from the freezer. 
We feed all out animals dry food. It's good food, but it is all dry. Now once in a while we will eat tuna fish for lunch and give small hunks of the leftovers to them as treats. It doesn't happen often, but that cat has a good memory and has put the sound of the can opener together with the idea of tuna. Every time he hears it, he comes bounding into the kitchen and begs. My youngest son also learns pretty fast and now just pushes on the can opener to watch the cat come running.
Not nice.
The funniest part of that whole thing isn't that he comes running, but here is this huge cat, (who looks bigger than he is because of all that fur), and when he opens his mouth to meow ~ out comes.... this teeny mew. It's like there is a kitten holding a cat puppet. His "voice" doesn't fit his body at all.
We call him all sorts of nicknames. Teddy Bear, Sir Fluffs A Lot, Fluffy... He's a great cat with a unique personality and I'm greatful to have him.
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