He would never eat the last of his food always pulling some object over the unfinished meal. Lucky loved the rain and to play in the sprinklers also.
we had a Blue Russian named Chewie who would steal socks and drag them into his food dish. He chewed on them too... but only the cheap plastic mens socks.
Must be a genetic trait! Ours was always such a fussy feeder as a young kitten that I got into the habit of feeding him on the end of our bed so we could watch how much he would eat. The disposable plate of food goes on top of a plastic tray on top of a washable baby blanket [to keep my afghan clean]. Our Chummy wraps his food dish up like a Wonton ... hopping on one foot and using the other to wrap up the food. He hates the smell of things. He then goes back later and burrows into the baby blanket to have a snack.
Anyone who likes cats will love a Maine Coon. There are several Maine Coon rescue groups that save them from shelters and place them. Not through a rescue group, but, we took our newspapers over to a shelter in a neighboring county [that's how we "recycle" them] and saw a gorgeous 20 pounder in a cage. Needless to say, he went home with us. He sits up, sleeps on his back, has learned to shake hands ... and our breeder has seen pictures of him and says yes, indeed, he is at least mostly Maine Coon, if not 100%. There are always adult cats of all sorts available if one just looks for them.