Raising an Adopted Maine Coon
The idea of owning a cat had never really crossed my mind before I adopted my beloved Maine Coon kitten, Little Riley, from my aunt. It’s not that I hated cats, no; I really adored the lovely creatures. However, there seemed too needy and messy and I thought that they would disrupt my already busy itinerary as a young woman in the city. My aunt Rose had owned cats since we were kids and I had enjoyed my fair share of interactions with the beautiful animals during routine visits.
Due to my disinterest in cat rearing, I did not know the breed of my aunt’s cats until she made an adoption offer for a kitten following the mother’s death. Seeing the beautiful kittens staring at me with beautiful brown eyes, I almost adopted all four of them but my aunt could only allow one. After adopting the young kitten, I embarked on a very demanding but worthwhile journey of raising a cat, and more specifically a pedigree Maine Coon.
A Savoring Love for Pets and an Unfortunate Incident Which Trickled a Love for Them
According to family legend, my aunt Rose had reared cats since before I was born. As children, we loved visiting our aunt because we got the chance to play with her cats. We always wished we could own a cat of our own but my parents insisted that the animals were too messy. After growing up, all thoughts of owning a cat disappeared from my life. Then a sad but rather rewarding opportunity presented itself and I adopted my first cat.
Several years ago, I decided to surprise my aunt by paying her a random visit. To my surprise, I found the old woman in a very sad mood. Upon inquiry, she informed me that the mother cat had suddenly died leaving a litter of two-month old kittens. According to my aunt, the cat had suffered a genetic misnomer resulting in a heart disease similar to that of humans called feline hypertrophic cardiomyopathy, which caused her early death.
Following this untimely demise, my aunt was devastated and even apprehensive on how to raise the four kittens without their mother. That is when I decided to adopt one of the kittens and raise it as my own cat.
Raising Adopted Kitten
After adopting the cat, I indulged in deep research to ensure that I had all the necessary facts to raise the young kitten. I queried my aunt for many hours and then sought relevant publications and online resources regarding raising the kitten. My research indicated that I owned a pedigree Maine Coon kitten with no apparent health problems. I consulted a resourceful website on the rearing of Maine Coon kittens and ascertained several facts. I took the kitten home and she was very shy for the first few days. After about a week, she became more playful and even started taking command of my house.
I bought a whole-kernel corn litter and placed it under my bed to act as the kitten’s home. The litter box ensured odor control, safety, and comfort for the kitten. I ensured that the kitten had ample and premium dry cat food rich in proteins and fats and water at all times. In order to ensure optimum health, I regularly consulted with the local vet and ensured that the kitten got all the necessary shots at the right age. I also bought various play items and toys for the kitten including a cat tree/tower, a cat scratching post, and an indoor cat grass.
One of the things I forgot to do was to cat proof the house and I really as the kitten grew and started jumping all over the furniture and causing breakages. All in all, little Riley is three years old now and I have never had a better housemate in my life. Even when I went though a surgical process of melting my fat away my cat was there on my bedside the whole entire time. He even knows I look good.