Update...
Our little rescued kitty, Trub, is now about 7 months old. She recovered well and quickly from the warble that almost killed her. A few weeks ago, when we took her in to get her fixed, the vet said something like "What a beautiful Maine Coon!"
Huh?
I mean, we had noticed that she seemed to grow a little faster than other cats I've had. And we kept asking each other, "Geez, where'd she get that tail?" (Seriously, it looked like some demented scientist had sewn a fox tail to a regular cat.)
So we looked it up. Yup, she meets all the breed requirements. Plus, she has the "Maine Coon personality" to boot. Whaddaya know? It appears that we rescued a cat descended from those the Vikings brought to North America in open boats. Weird.
Anyhow, a pic is worth a thousand words. Here are a couple I snapped today:
This is a more usual pose and gives a hint of her personality:
I'm sure she will be a big "help" when I brew up a honey porter here in a couple of weeks.