I was interested in getting a Maine Coon a number of years ago. I went to visit the cattery and when I stepped inside the front door all the cats came up to greet me purring very loudly in unison. Because of the loud sound they made the owner named each one of the cats was after semi-trucks like Mack and Peterbuilt.They were beautiful, but I ended up getting a rescue Sealyham Terrier.
She would also lie on the lawn motionless, until she felt
movement underground. Then she would start digging
furiously until she came up with a mole in her mouth.
She was also very territorial. It was HER yard.
And if Gypsy the female German Shepherd from two doors
down wandered into the yard - watch out. She had no fear
of Gypsy. She would run full speed at the shepherd -
which had no idea just WHAT this angry furball was coming
at her at light speed, freeze, turn tail and run all the
way back to her own yard with the maniac furball on her
tail.
But in her advanced years she became obese, lazy and slow.
She would just lay there in the grass swishing her tail
while squirrels, rabbits, chipmunks grazed on whatever
it was in the lawn that they ate. They would come to
within three feet of the cat without fear - because they
knew they could scatter away ten times faster than that
fat old cat could (try to) run.