The Maine Coon Cat Lynx cross I had was a nightmare outside. The neighborhood dogs would go down another block to go past our house. He would make a bloody mess out of BIG dogs in no time at all, if they annoyed him. The only human allowed to touch him was me - and that was only when HE was ready for it. Even looking at him in 'an inappropriate manner' would cause him to issue a warning rumble.

Inside he was a perfect gentleman housecat - but I was still the only one he would go to. He would come in; empty all the food from the food dish; drink most of the water; 'stomp' across the carpet to the door to the family room; and turn into a perfect angel. He would glide across the room and lightly (if over 50 pounds of anything can be said to be lightly) hop into my lap, roll over and rumbley purr to have his belly rubbed.