After our old cat died, we went to one of the local cat recycling shelters and picked out a 2 year old Maine coon cat. They said he was called Mittens, but we thought that rather unmanly for a big, tough looking fellow, so we tried to come up with a new name. Since he tended to sleep a lot, often in odd places, my wife thought we should call him Ruty, cause "he's about as lively as a rutabaga." He does have his rare moments of activity, when he races around the house and literally climbs the walls, something he can easily do in a log cabin, but then he soon finds a chair, or sometimes a bowl, to sleep in. Not the big, bad coon cat we expected, but just a friendly, mellow fellow.