The first year of my life I was bounced between 3 homes.  The 3rd was a nice old man who was real good to me and wanted to keep me but it was hard for him to bend and clean my litter box and once almost tripped over me so he asked his daughter if she would find me a good home.  She wanted to keep me but already had two large male cats, Max and Sammy, so she found someone nice to take care of me.  Max weighed 12lbs and Sammy 18 and I was so tiny at about 5lbs.  I had to go to their house first until my new human was ready for me.  So I had to spend the night with the two male cats.  The human lady was worried but I wasn't.  I went straight up to the big boys , smacked them both and then started to eat their food.  You could say that I made them my bitches.  The human lady knew that I would be just fine.  I never made it to the home of the lady I was promised to.  I liked this one.  And my new human promised I would never have to live in another home again. 

   As it turned out I came into this new home at just the right time.  After about a year in my new forever home my buddy Max got real sick.  He had cancer before and beat it but this time it came back full force and he went to the big kitty heaven in the sky.  I was sad for days and looked for him for about a week.  Sammy would have been all alone if it wasn't for me.  My human mom says it is uncanny how much I act like Max.   However, I do it on purpose so she gets to be reminded of him.

Oh btw my best friend is a fish named Brandon Lee.  He is an asian fighting fish.  We like each other a bunch.  I drink form his fish bowl all the time and he just swims around.  Sometimes I even tap him and he just keeps swimming.  His dad, Bruce, is not as friendly so I don't play with him.

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