Acquired: Rescue / shelter organization
Santa Cruz, California, United States
Posted Oct 22, 2016
When I adopted Mango at the shelter, I didn't know he was a Maine coon and didn't know anything about the breed. He had long, white, silky hair with black and brown stripes covering the right side of his face and his fluffy tail. Despite his lack of orange color, my three-year-old daughter named him Mango after her favorite fruit.
Mango turned out to be a quintessential Maine coon. He was big, weighing in at a healthy fifteen pounds. His gentle, affectionate nature made him easy to handle for tooth brushing, nail trimming, and trips to the vet. During parties, he loved to sprawl in the middle of the living room or on the coffee table, following the conversation with his intelligent green eyes. He loved being picked up and carried around the house almost as much as snuggling on someone's lap or chest. He got along well with people, other household cats, and even a border collie who sometimes visited.
Mango's melodic meows and chirrups were pretty common and only troublesome when he insistently "asked" for breakfast too early in the morning. He purred deeply during snuggles, especially if there was singing involved. He loved gentle music and his favorite song was "Edelweiss." Whenever I sang it, he would gently place a paw on my cheek and gaze into my eyes.
Mango graced my life for eleven years. I miss watching him "wrestle" playfully with my husband, and I'll always remember how he sauntered across the room like a miniature white tiger. He was a wonderful pet and made me a lifetime fan of Maine coons.