My early years were rough.  I was alone and living in the streets.  I saw and did things no kitty should have to .  It was fight or flight.  I fought and have the scars to prove it.  One day I saw a house with a white kitty inside.  He looked so happy and I could tell he wasn't hungry or scratched up.  That was the life I wanted.  The lady there left food outside.  I ate it.  She left water too.  Then she left the garage door open for me in the winter.  It was so nice to have a warm place to sleep.  I lived like this for a year.  I would never let the lady get close to me.  She tried but I would always run.  I had trust issues.  But one day I just knew that she was a friend.  I meowed and then strolled up to her and let her pet me.  I had to stay outside for awhile longer until she could make sure that I was not sick.  I had it all Mites, fleas, a nasal problem, eye issues and I was not fixed.  I was one expensive stray.  But worth every penny.  I took all my meds , let the lady rub goop in my ears, put drops in my eyes, even took nasal spray.  I knew she was going to make me hers.  Max took me in too.  There were a few problems at first but we soon got along fine.  I am now the most loving kitty you could ever ask for.  I love all humans and I love dogs too.  I play with them and give them kisses.  And the dogs like me.  I love being domesticated.  It kicks ass!

It has been said that I was the greatest cat ever.  I believe this to be true.  I was not only handsome but a bunch of fun.  My mom found me at the humane society.  When  she walk past I took a swipe at her and then looked at her and crossed my eyes.  She knew I was the one.  It was just her and me for many years and we had some good times.  I taught her how to play the fetch.  I could fetch an item from anywhere in the house and bring it back. I could also jump to about the top of the sliding glass door.  My mom liked it best when I went on a rampage through the house chasing the invisible intruders.  I was so pretty that everyone called me a she.  I kept my coat so silky .  When "The Bull" came to live with us I had to show him how to be a domestic cat.  He was a mess.  Gobbled all his food at once, spilt water on the floor, slurped outloud when cleaning himself.  I mean really.  You would not believe what I had to put up with.  But after a few weeks at Max's charm school he was fine.  When it came to fighting, he had claws and I didn't so I had to throw sucker punches.  I would wait until he was in the litter box then I would run in , hit him in the head about 5 times then run out.  I would also smack him while he was asleep.  Those were good times.  When I got cancer the first time it was in my leg.  My back leg was removed and after about a week I was back to myself.  I felt so much better.  I started playing like I was a kitten again.  My mom said That I lost a leg and gained and attitude.  It was a tough decision for my mom to make but when it was over she knew it was the right one.  I lived another 2 years and they were great ones.  My mom couldn't believe that someone had taken a cat like me to the pound and how lucky she was to have found me.  Visit your local shelter.

R. I. P.  Mr. Max