I’ve had 2 Maine Coons, and seen others, as they all came from a family that lived a few streets over from where I lived for years. Some were huge, the runts even bigger than your average cats. They can be loving, but mostly at a distance as they’re fiercely independent. They love to eat, and therefore love those that feed them a lot. We had one big white one, Tom, with blue eyes so big they almost looked human.
Tom was an indoor cat, but whenever he saw another normal cat in the yard he would start meowing to go out. And as soon as the door was cracked, he’d take off like a rocket and literally just run into them like a football player, and when they got knocked on the ground he would jump on top of them, pinning them down with his weight, and being so massive the cat under him couldn’t really even move.
If it tried to bite Tom, he would just bite them harder. After wearing itself out, the cat stuck under would finally give up and just lay there too. Then at a time of his choosing Tom would get up and slowly walk off and back into the house like nothing happened, while the other cat would run for its life and usually not be seen again for a good couple weeks . But there was always a few of them, coming around every few days, wanting to test the champ I guess. Either that or someone in my family was baiting them with food out there just to watch the show LOL.
I found my Maine Coon, Duchess, when I lived in Hawaii and she was a feral. She seemed to be an empath with me, sensing when I was down or not feeling well. After a major surgery she wouldn’t leave my bed except to eat or use the litter box.
I’m not sure how old she was when she died since I don’t know her agree when I got her. So beautiful and sweet, though. I like to believe she’s waiting for me at Rainbow Bridge with Fiona, Homer, Noodles, and Ginger.