fun2doimpossible
Member Since 2013
Max is at peace.
Max showed up at my parent's house as a kitten in August 2001. We didn't know where he came from but he was very outgoing. My parents had three cats at the time and didn't want a fourth. We couldn't just leave him out there to fend for himself, so I agreed to take him home. I took him to the vet, got him checked out, neutered, all of his shots, so he would be up to date on everything and could be adopted right away.
Well, he never made it to the shelter. While all of this was going on, he adopted me.
He was one of the friendliest cats I have ever known. He would be waiting for me by the door when I would come home from work. Every morning, he would be in my bedroom and start crying for his breakfast.
It would start out as a cry/caterwaul. If he didn't think I was moving fast enough, he would get up on his hind legs and brace himself on the edge of the bed and start tapping on the side of my head with his paw. If that didn't work, he'd grab a tuft of my hair and start to pull.
He loved to crawl under the covers of my bed and sleep. I always had to check if he was there if I saw any lumplike shapes in the bed.
He had a favorite spot on the living room sofa, right behind my head.
I'm glad I was able to spend all day with him while he was in his favorite spot.
Max showed up at my parent's house as a kitten in August 2001. We didn't know where he came from but he was very outgoing. My parents had three cats at the time and didn't want a fourth. We couldn't just leave him out there to fend for himself, so I agreed to take him home. I took him to the vet, got him checked out, neutered, all of his shots, so he would be up to date on everything and could be adopted right away.
Well, he never made it to the shelter. While all of this was going on, he adopted me.
He was one of the friendliest cats I have ever known. He would be waiting for me by the door when I would come home from work. Every morning, he would be in my bedroom and start crying for his breakfast.
It would start out as a cry/caterwaul. If he didn't think I was moving fast enough, he would get up on his hind legs and brace himself on the edge of the bed and start tapping on the side of my head with his paw. If that didn't work, he'd grab a tuft of my hair and start to pull.
He loved to crawl under the covers of my bed and sleep. I always had to check if he was there if I saw any lumplike shapes in the bed.
He had a favorite spot on the living room sofa, right behind my head.
I'm glad I was able to spend all day with him while he was in his favorite spot.
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