One of my friend’s Maine Coons used the toilet. The other went out every morning and walked a few blocks to spend the day at the bar with the drinkers there. She didn’t drink, just liked the company of men. What a hussy.
Then my friend decided to be a lesbian, didn’t tell her daughters. One of the Maine Coons would not set foot in the house when that woman was there. You really can’t go wrong with a Maine Coon.