My Name is
JAMCUSA HECTOR LECKTOR
and I was the only surviving kitten from a litter of 4.
My mum was BooBooBear's Featherfoot from Denmark and my dad is Delboy.
I was born 8th March 2006 and I had two brothers and a sister. My sister was very small weighing just 80 grams and we Maine Coons average around the 4 ounce mark (that's somewhere handy to 112grams I think) 
Mum was next to useless, she'd lie on the windowsill watching the world go by and we were in our nest crying for food. She took no notice of us and was always dragging us from our bed and leaving us on the cold floor.
Mum killed one of my brothers when we were two days old so Jane removed us and bottle fed us herself. Mum didn't have a clue. We were her second litter and there were six in the first. Mum only managed to raise three of those.
Jane fed us some yummy stuff from a strange looking tube thing but my little sister just wasn't strong enough and a week later she died at nine days old. The same night my brother died too so I was alone in the nest.
After 4 weeks of two hourly feeds and sleeping on the sofa Jane managed to get me past the danger stage. Problem was I didn't realise what I was. I didn't realise I was a cat at all.
 

Me at 4 weeks old
...!!!...kitten evil...!!!...

Now look here mouse..Jane has the camera ready for a photo shoot. This is no way to behave.
You'd better sit yourself up and behave ...
...and if you don't I'm gonna rip your stuffing out..ok!!

5 weeks old and starting to look like a real nice kitty.....I'm also quite handy about the place..hmm Fluff in the wheel Jane..sorted!

At six weeks old I was confined to barracks for persistently peeing on the living room laminate!
 I promise not to do it again...Jane...Jane...JANE!!!!

Nine weeks....Striking a Pose.... Hee Hee!

Ten weeks....A wild cat..........................................a cute cat.......................................and I thought these scratching posts stood 
                                                                                                                                       upright??.                                                                                         

11 weeks old
..that camera doesn't scare me anymore...
Arghh! well maybe now and then!

13 weeks and waiting to move out. My new people are coming to collect me. I'm off to live with Sue and Vince. I hope I like it. It'll be strange not being here with Jane

UPDATE....
I wasn't gone for long. I've always been a a bit wilful and a little unpredicatable. My play fighting was a little rough and  sometimes I'd bit a little too hard for comfort. All this was explained to Sue and Vince and although they tried really hard to deal with my "off" moments it wasn't meant to be and I came home to Jamcusa with an ASBO. Vince seemed to be the one on the receiving end most of the time and things couldn't continue.
I settled back in really quickly and there has been no signs of aggression. When I came back the youngest grandson Max was 18 months old at the time are we're the best of friends. We play fight and cuddle no problem. 

I have my paws firmly under the table here and it's highly unlikely I'll ever go anywhere else.
My tail is my finest feature being a full 38.7cm from base to tip with a further 7cm of fur to cover.
In English money that's 18 inches of tail which I carry high and proud.
I've not seen a longer tail on a Maine Coon...unless someone out there knows otherwise????

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