Clowder Life
Despite what many people think, most cats are not solitary creatures. In fact, they are happy and healthier in a group. Maine coons especially love companionship and even males prefer to have other cats around for companionship and support. Our males and females live in a clowder environment. They live with other cats to help maintain proper manners, health and temperaments. Our cats are not kept in cages, they are a part of the family. We do have to keep the boys and girls separate or they would breed constantly which isn't healthy for them. But to ensure a strong family link with humans and cats, the girls are kept together, and the boys are kept with our alters and pets. All cats and kittens get regular exposure to large dogs and people constantly throughout the day. There is always the exception to the rule, but they are rare outliers.
Barney, aka “Legen—wait for it—Dary”
If there ever was a feline who embodied both swagger and smolder, it’s Barney. A black high silver Maine Coon male with enough presence to silence a room—or at least the other males in the house—Barney was the very first stud in our cattery. He laid the foundation for generations of majestic kittens and strutted into legend before most of them even opened their eyes.
Barney isn’t just a name. It’s a statement. A tribute. A lifestyle. Much like his namesake from How I Met Your Mother, our Barney is confident, charming, and absolutely knows he’s irresistible to the ladies. And he's not wrong. Several of our most breathtaking litters trace their lineage back to him. But as with any true legend, Barney eventually hung up his… well, whatever cats hang up when they retire, and now lives the life of a pampered bachelor.
His Royal Highness of the Household
These days, Barney rules the main part of the house solo—no other feline competition allowed. The boys? He’s not a fan. Too many egos, not enough room for more than one crown. But dogs? Dogs are fine. Probably because they know he’s boss.
Barney gets spoiled with attention from us and our frequent human visitors, basking in affection like the celebrity he is. His favorite haunt? A designated spot on the kitchen counter (yes, that spot), where he supervises all culinary activities with the seriousness of a Michelin inspector and the sass of a tabloid critic. He's not interested in your food—just your form. And maybe the occasional tidbit, if it's up to his standards.
The Lover, Not the Fighter (Unless You’re a Male Cat)
To the ladies—feline or human—Barney is all purrs and headbutts. To the gents, he’s more “back off, junior.” It's not aggression, per se… it’s just that he remembers being the king, and kings don’t share thrones. Especially not with young upstarts who don’t know what it means to woo a queen properly.
Despite the bravado, Barney is also one of our most emotionally intuitive cats. He knows when someone needs a bit of extra love, or when it's time to simply sit close and vibe. His eyes carry the weight of legacy, mischief, and a thousand flirty encounters.
In a Word: Legendary
Barney’s legacy is more than just his kittens—it's the charisma he brings to our home every single day. Whether he’s lounging on his perch or observing from his culinary throne, he remains the cat that made us believe in magic, genetics, and a little bit of showmanship.
He’s not just a cat.
He’s not just a stud.
He’s Barney. Legen—wait for it—Dary. And yes, he did wait for it.
Robin, aka “Hurma of Uniland”
Every cattery has that one cat—the cornerstone, the heartbeat, the undisputed queen. For us, that cat is Robin. Officially known as Hurma of Uniland, Robin is a striking black smoke Maine Coon with a presence so regal, so grounded, that even the dogs seem to stand a little straighter when she enters the room.
She is a vision of strength cloaked in softness. With her commanding size and silken smoke coat, Robin is both thunder and lullaby—a feline matriarch with the wisdom of ages and the gentlest of paws. She rules the roost not with volume, but with unwavering poise and a flick of her tail that says, “I see everything.”
The Queen with the Golden Heart
Robin’s personality is a beautiful contradiction—noble but affectionate, playful yet composed. She is endlessly kind, the type of cat who leans in with a warm purr rather than rushes to demand attention. She welcomes you into her world with the patience of a soul who knows love doesn’t have to be loud to be deep.
Other cats adore her. Kittens trust her. Humans fall under her spell without even trying. She is the calm in the chaos, the wise mother, the benevolent queen.
Matriarch of Legends
Robin’s legacy runs deep through our cattery. She is the proud mother of Worf, the steadfast and stoic boy from our Star Trek: The Next Generation litter, and Carla, the spirited and sassy girl from our Cheers litter. Though born in separate litters, these two siblings carry her strength, her elegance, and her unmistakable spark.
Her Reign Continues
Though she’s now retired from breeding, Robin remains very much at the heart of our home. She continues to set the tone with her queen-like presence—gracious but firm, always ready to teach the younger generation the ways of the pride. Whether lounging in a sunbeam or perching high above to survey her realm, Robin is still every bit the monarch she has always been.
Long Live the Queen
Robin isn’t just part of our story—she is the story. She embodies everything we love about the Maine Coon: beauty, brains, balance, and heart. Her legacy is etched into the paws of her kittens and the walls of our home.
She is Robin. Hurma of Uniland.
Mother. Monarch. Matriarch.
Forever our queen.
Quinn, aka “Queen Bee”
In every court, there is a queen who doesn’t need to speak to be heard.
In our cattery, that queen is Quinn—known in whispered admiration as Queen Bee.
A stunning, statuesque Maine Coon with a commanding presence and a black torbie (which means tortoiseshell with stripes) coat that gleams like starlight behind a veil, Quinn is the definition of elegant detachment. She watches her kingdom from above—not out of disinterest, but with the quiet confidence of one who understands that true power doesn’t need to make a fuss.
The Watcher on the Throne
Unlike our more affectionate and interactive girls, Quinn was never the one to be underfoot or competing for lap time. She preferred high ground—shelves, perches, or any elevated lookout from which she could oversee the activities of cats, dogs, and humans alike. With her eyes half-lidded and her tail tucked like a gown, she was content simply watching the world spin around her.
Yet her distance never felt cold. It felt intentional. Regal. Like she knew her worth, and wanted you to earn the privilege of her attention. When she did descend from her perch, it was always graceful, always meaningful.
The Mother of Red
Quinn’s one and only litter was unforgettable—our That 70's Show litter. It was a large, promising group, but fate had other plans. Of that litter, only Red and his two sisters survived. It was a hard lesson in heartbreak. Through him and his sisters, her lineage lives on—a living tribute to a queen who weathered storms with grace.
A Life of Gentle Retirement
After her single, unforgettable contribution to our cattery, Quinn was lovingly retired. She now spends her days as part of the family—still choosing her high places, still keeping watch, still holding court in her own subtle way. She’s earned the right to rule from the shadows, to live with peace and dignity, surrounded by those who adore her… even if she pretends not to notice.
Legacy of the Quiet Queen
Quinn may not have wanted the spotlight, but it found her anyway. Her story is one of quiet strength, emotional depth, and the rare kind of majesty that doesn't need fanfare to be felt. She will always be our Queen Bee—aloof, beautiful, and unforgettable.
Worf, aka “WiseGuy’s Worf”
Not all warriors wear armor.
Some wear clouds.
Meet Worf, our calm-eyed blue smoke boy with a heart of gold and the kind of stoic charm that quietly commands attention. Officially known as WiseGuy’s Worf, this young male Maine Coon is already well on his way to becoming a legend—not with noise or bravado, but with stillness, strength, and that slow, unmistakable growth that hints at greatness to come.
He is the son of Robin (Hurma of Uniland), and he inherited her unshakable grace, her watchful soul, and her gentle heart. Nothing rattles this boy. Not the dogs. Not the vacuum. Not even a room full of guests.
A Quiet Shadow with a Gentle Soul
At just a year old, Worf is still growing—and growing fast. He’s a big, well-built boy already, and you can practically see the potential in every stride. His mane hasn’t fully come in yet, nor has that luxurious long coat we so often swoon over—but if he’s anything like his mother (and trust me, he is), that coat will arrive like royalty sometime around his second birthday, dramatic entrance and all.
What he lacks in fluff, he more than makes up for in presence. Worf is always nearby, watching. He isn’t clingy or needy—just there. In the best way. Like a quiet guardian with eyes full of old-soul wisdom and a purr that rolls like distant thunder.
The First Pick, The Forever Cat
Worf is more than just a keeper. He was the first kitten I ever picked from any litter—my very first chosen one. And not once have I questioned that decision. He’s my little man, my constant shadow, my daily reminder of why I do what I do.
He won’t be a stud. He won’t father litters. He won’t ever be rehomed.
He will live with us until the end of his days.
Because some cats aren’t part of the program.
They are the heart of the home.
Legacy in Progress
Still young, still growing, and still surprising us every day, Worf represents the future of our cattery—not in kittens produced, but in energy and spirit. He is the quiet strength, the steady companion, the ever-watchful eye in the corner of the room. His story is only beginning, but already he’s woven himself deep into the fabric of our family.
He is WiseGuy’s Worf.
Son of Robin. Observer of everything. Protector of peace.
And above all else—
Mine.
Red, aka “WiseGuy’s Red Foreman”
Some cats walk with royalty.
Red struts like a rockstar in velvet.
Introducing Red, our red ticked silver showstopper from the That 70’s Show litter—a cat so stunning in coat and charisma that even people who “aren’t cat people” stop mid-sentence when they see him. With fur like spun silk and a coat so soft it rivals angora rabbits, Red is the living embodiment of Maine Coon luxury… if you can manage to catch him, that is.
Born of Queens, Clown by Nature
Red is the son of Quinn (Queen Bee), and he inherited her cool detachment, no doubt. Aloof? A little. Elusive? Absolutely. But once you scoop him up into your arms? He becomes your best friend, your purring teddy bear, your laid-back superstar. He's the definition of duality—reserved and refined one moment, then suddenly a court jester in a fluff suit the next.
Despite his standoffish reputation, Red is the cat I bring to events when I want people to fall in love with Maine Coons. In your arms, he’s a dream. He lets kids, strangers, even the most uncertain cat-handlers pet him, pose with him, and admire his extravagant coat. But once you put him down?
Good luck.
Catch him if you can.
A Star in Every Way
Red’s passion for the outdoors makes him one of my best photo models. He’ll sit in the golden light like a regal lion, pose effortlessly for the camera, and let the wind tease through his impossibly fluffy coat. And while that coat may be the most luxurious of all my cats—it’s also the most high-maintenance. He mats faster than you can say “show groom,” but it’s worth every minute of combing just to see him in full glory.
He’s photogenic. He’s hilarious. He’s a poser and a prankster, a feather-chaser and a shadow-dancer. And somehow, beneath all that chaos, he’s also a cuddle bug when you need him most.
The Surprise Companion
Red was my second-ever keeper pick. Small in size at first, with a mother who didn’t wear her heart on her sleeve, Red wasn’t destined for breeding. Instead, he was destined for us. Neutered and folded fully into our family, Red lives the good life—adored, admired, and occasionally chased down the hall when it’s time for brushing.
He wasn’t the flashiest kitten at first glance.
But now? He’s unforgettable.
He is WiseGuy’s Red Foreman.
Ambassador of fluff. Prince of performance.
And the most fabulous little rascal in the house.
Carla, aka “WiseGuy’s Madam Carla”
Every now and then, a kitten comes along who is the perfect balance of everything you’ve ever loved about your cattery.
For us, that kitten is Carla—formally known as WiseGuy’s Madam Carla.
Born from Maine Coon royalty, Carla is the daughter of Robin (Hurma of Uniland) and Barney (Legen—wait for it—Dary), and somehow, she inherited the best of both of them. Her build is massive and promising, with heavy bone structure that hints at the majestic cat she’s becoming. Her coat? A jaw-dropping black smoke masterpiece that flows like shadows in motion. But it’s her personality that seals the deal—soft, sweet, and just a little bit shy, like a delicate blossom learning to bloom.
A Purr That Echoes
Carla may come off quiet at first, but don’t let that fool you. The moment you touch her, the engine starts. Her purr is so powerful, it doesn’t just vibrate the room—it startles her into coughing. We joke that she’s trying to roar like a lion, and honestly, she might be. She’s got the lungs for it… and the heart.
She adores attention—gentle pets, arms to snuggle in, soft voices calling her name. She’ll follow you from room to room, never too close, never underfoot, but always there. A graceful shadow. A warm presence. A soft set of eyes just waiting to connect.
A Legacy of Love, Not Litters
Though Carla comes from two of our most iconic breeding cats, she won’t be continuing their legacy in the traditional sense. We’ve retired from breeding here at WiseGuy, and Madam Carla has officially joined the pantheon of our pampered companions. And honestly? We wouldn’t have it any other way.
She may not be feisty like her Cheers namesake, but she’s growing into a different kind of powerhouse—a gentle, majestic soul who brings peace and grace wherever she goes. She’s the cat who makes you stop, breathe, and smile. The one you carry around like a princess. The one who reminds you why Maine Coons are magic.
Our Quiet Crown Jewel
Carla is a treasure. A cuddlebug. A lion-hearted fluffball in the making.
She may not carry our breeding line forward, but she carries something just as important—our hearts.
She is WiseGuy’s Madam Carla.
Daughter of legends. Rumbler of rooms.
And our rising queen of quiet magnificence.
Tracy, aka “The Blue French Horn”
Some cats arrive like whispers.
Tracy came in like a punchline wrapped in a purr.
Known affectionately as The Blue French Horn, Tracy is a tiny, polydactyl blue-eyed beauty who stands as the boldest, most unbothered cat we've ever known. With her massive pattypaw feet and bombproof personality, she is our first—and only—step into the world of blue-eyed Maine Coons. And while we’re not 100% sure she’s full Maine Coon… we are 100% sure she’s absolutely, undeniably, one of our favorites.
A Whole Personality in a Pint-Sized Package
She might be small, but make no mistake—Tracy has the energy of a cat three times her size and the ego of a lioness on a red carpet. Her polydactyl paws are textbook perfection: huge, well-formed, and so expressive they should have their own acting credit. Whether she’s using them to knead biscuits like a pastry chef on espresso, or waving them at you for attention, they’re as much a part of her charm as those piercing, sky-blue eyes that follow your every move.
She’s got opinions, and she’ll share them. All of them. Loudly. But only between naps.
Untouchable and Unflappable
Nothing phases this girl. Not loud noises. Not chaos. Not change. She’s the cat equivalent of that one friend who always keeps their cool, no matter what life throws their way. Once, a loud bang rang out—and while the rest of the house scattered like popcorn, Tracy just lifted her head, gave us a judgmental squint, and went back to sleep.
She didn’t run. She scoffed.
She is the cat that commands the room from a sunbeam. The one who’s always watching, always waiting, and always ready with a running commentary. And while she’s a bit too small to be taken seriously by the other cats… she honestly doesn’t care. In her mind, she is the queen.
Too Much Personality for One Body
Tracy is the second funniest cat we’ve ever had. She doesn’t try to be—she just is. Her antics, chirps, loaf-making marathons, and dramatic monologues are part of our daily soundtrack. And while she may not fit the classic Maine Coon mold, she fits us like a glove. She's affectionate, weird, talkative, and always just a little too dramatic for her own good.
And we wouldn’t change a thing.
She is The Blue French Horn.
The bombproof biscuit-maker.
The blue-eyed wonder with polydactyl paws and a comedian’s soul.
Our tiny legend in a house full of giants.
James, aka “The Gay Black Brother”
No, he’s not actually gay.
Yes, that’s really his name.
In keeping with our How I Met Your Mother theme for our imported lines, James—aka The Gay Black Brother—arrived like a velvet storm from Europe and immediately claimed his throne. With his jet-black smoke coat, glacial silver underlay, and impossibly perfect everything, James is the sleek, muscular embodiment of everything I love about the Maine Coon breed.
And he didn’t just steal the spotlight.
He stole my heart. Instantly.
The Poster Child for Perfect
Even as the youngest cat in our home, James is already the largest—a towering, gleaming powerhouse of a Maine Coon with a frame that feels more big-cat than house-cat. His super-long tail flows like a banner, his ears sit perfectly upright with just the right tuft, and his round, expressive eyes feel like they’re always asking, “Why are you doing anything other than petting me?”
And he's got a personality to match. James is a neat freak—a cat who ensures every hair is where it should be. When he grooms, he means business. He’s polished, poised, and pristine, like he’s prepping for a show ring that exists only in his mirror (or, ideally, my camera roll).
Honestly? If I had the ability to enter the show circuit, James would already be racking up titles. He’s just that good.
My Shadow, My Star
From the moment he arrived, James made one thing very clear:
I belong to him.
He sleeps next to my head every night. He climbs into my lap—or more accurately, on my chest—while I’m trying to work, turning emails into cuddle sessions and deadlines into opportunities to admire his perfect fur. He demands love not with noise, but with presence. When James wants attention, you give it. There’s no other option.
He’s not just affectionate—he’s bonded. And the feeling is mutual.
The Final Piece of My Perfect Trio
Together with Worf and Red, James completes the trio that makes my heart sing. These three boys are the heartbeat of WiseGuy now—each unique, each unforgettable, and together? Magic.
James is the balance point: sleek to Red’s floof, composed to Worf’s quiet calm. They’re best friends, lounging in sunbeams, wrestling on rugs, and reminding me every day why I got into this breed in the first place.
Untradeable. Unshakable. Unforgettable.
James is everything I ever wanted in a Maine Coon: stunning, solid, intelligent, and incredibly loving. He’s proof that sometimes, the universe sends you exactly what you need—even if it comes wrapped in a black smoke tuxedo with a dramatic European entrance.
He is James.
He is The Gay Black Brother.
He is perfect.
And I wouldn’t trade him for the world.
Victoria, aka “The Elegant One”
Don’t let the name fool you.
Victoria, formally known as “The Elegant One,” is about as elegant as a confetti cannon in a cathedral.
Sure, she looks like she should be draped across a chaise lounge, sipping sparkling water from a crystal goblet. But in reality? She’s more likely to be bouncing in circles on all four feet like a Looney Tunes character with a double espresso addiction. Imagine a cartoon cat who leapt off a storyboard, straight into our living room—and never looked back.
Clown in Queen’s Clothing
Victoria is the silliest, most unfiltered little jester in our entire house. She’ll gallop across the room, boop your hand, then take off like it’s a game of tag you didn’t know you were playing. And just when you give up and sit down? She’s right behind you again, tapping your shoulder like, “Hey. You forgot to chase me.”
She bounces, she bounds, she tiptoes like a ninja, and launches sneak attacks like a slapstick spy. She’ll chase the other cats, pop the dogs on the rear, and when the chaos unfolds?
She’s already pointing in another direction.
"What? Me? Nah—guy that did it went that way..."
Social Butterfly, Furry Hurricane
Every guest, every person, every moment—you better believe Victoria is right there, nosing in. She needs to know what everyone is doing at all times. Whether you’re cooking, folding laundry, or fixing a squeaky door hinge, Victoria is front and center, supervising your every move with wide eyes and a tail that never stops wiggling.
"You're a stranger?"
She shrugs. "Stranger to who? Not anymore. What’s that thing you’re holding?"
She’s also a serial dog-climber (they tolerate it), a chair acrobat, and an expert at fitting her entire body under furniture she clearly doesn't fit under. And yes—her exuberance gets her into trouble with the older, more dignified girls. But does she care?
Absolutely not.
To Victoria, every scolding is just a reminder to be faster next time.
The Unexpected Keeper
We hadn’t planned on keeping her. Once we decided not to breed her, the intention was to find her the perfect home. But then she made herself part of the furniture… and part of the story. And now?
She’s simply part of us.
Victoria may not be a queen in the traditional sense. She may not be a legacy-bearer.
But she is the daily comic relief, the troublemaker we love, and the fuzzy embodiment of joyful chaos.
She is Victoria.
She is The Elegant One—
by name only.
And every single day, she makes us laugh.
And that’s enough.
Ted, aka “Theodore Evelyn Mosby”
Every family has that one guy—the one with charm, muscles, questionable decision-making, and just a little too much attitude.
At WiseGuy, that guy is Ted.
Formally known (with exaggerated dignity) as Theodore Evelyn Mosby, Ted came to us in a last-ditch effort to rebuild, restart, and reset. He was going to be the foundation of our fresh chapter… until life, as it tends to do, threw a wrench in the plan.
So now he’s neutered. Probably staying.
And maybe—maybe—learning how to play nice.
Looks Like a Gentleman, Hits Like a Goomba
Ted is a compact, beefy bruiser—the kind of cat who doesn’t look like much until you try to pick him up and realize he’s built like a cinderblock wrapped in silk. Short, thick, and deceptively heavy, this boy is pure mass in motion.
At first? He was chill. Sweet even. Got along with everyone.
Then the testosterone hit.
Cue the late-night chases. The sneak attacks. The “surprise, it’s Ted” moments in dimly lit hallways. He didn’t go full mob enforcer, but let’s just say he started acting like a guy who collects dues in alleyways and doesn't knock first.
Not with humans, of course. To us, he’s a big ol’ teddy bear, especially with my husband—Ted’s designated human, office buddy, and personal manservant. They do everything together. Ted supervises work meetings, naps during keyboard time, and plays the supportive role of "emotional support mafioso."
Temporary Solitary Confinement (We Hope)
Right now, Ted is on a bit of a solo stint—hanging out away from the main crowd while we wait for the hormones to level out. We’re hopeful. Because beneath the chest-thumping bravado and grumbly posturing is a really good cat. A lovable goon. A softie in a muscle suit.
He reminds me why we called it WiseGuy Maine Coons to begin with.
The name was always meant to conjure up a classic crew of fuzz-faced wise guys: bowler hats, cigars, and an air of street smarts wrapped in fur.
And Ted?
He’s exactly that.
He’s the guy who’d shake you down for your lunch money—then purr while you scratch behind his ears.
Maybe Not the Hero—But Definitely One of the Boys
Ted didn’t end up where we expected him to.
But he's still ours.
Still part of the family.
And still holding strong as the cat most likely to star in a feline version of The Sopranos.
He is Theodore Evelyn Mosby.
He is Ted.
He is that guy.
And if he can keep his paws to himself for a bit longer…
He just might earn his seat back at the table.
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