
My cat Jake. He's clearly a Maine Coon, and despite being huge for a cat, he's only moderately large for the breed. We got him from an animal shelter where he had stayed for months because people don't want a big cat. He kept getting pardoned from the poisony death because he was such a sweet friendly guy, and all the staff loved him.
We had gone out looking for a cat for my grandfather, who's previous one had died, and he specifically asked for "a big orange cat". Lo and behold, first shelter we went to, they were combing the fur of the biggest orangest cat we had ever seen. After my grandfather died, we inherited him.
He is the most mellow cat you will ever meet. If you get him
really mad, he
might bat at you with a paw, claws retracted. I think I've only heard him hiss once. He always walks around with his tail proudly straight up in the air, and if you pick him up he holds his legs all stiffly out in front of him, like he's doing a zombie impression.