Friday, January 07, 2005
friday cat blogging...max's turn
This is Max. He was the first cat I got, and is the oldest of the clan by about two weeks. He was born on 24 April 1993, in Durham NC. I met him when he was a few weeks old, living in a cage with his brothers and sisters, at a vet's office. They were found on the side of the road near the vet's office, rescued, and adopted out over time. Max was the only one who would play with me, and when I happened to go back a few weeks later, he was the only one who hadn't been adopted...so I took him home.
Max is mouthy (he always wants a certain amount of food in his bowl at all times, even if he's not eating it...just wants to know it's there) and a shit-disturber (he likes to jump on Toby a lot), but also a big baby—he still sucks on the collar of my shirt like he did when he was a kitten.
This is Max. He was the first cat I got, and is the oldest of the clan by about two weeks. He was born on 24 April 1993, in Durham NC. I met him when he was a few weeks old, living in a cage with his brothers and sisters, at a vet's office. They were found on the side of the road near the vet's office, rescued, and adopted out over time. Max was the only one who would play with me, and when I happened to go back a few weeks later, he was the only one who hadn't been adopted...so I took him home.
Max is mouthy (he always wants a certain amount of food in his bowl at all times, even if he's not eating it...just wants to know it's there) and a shit-disturber (he likes to jump on Toby a lot), but also a big baby—he still sucks on the collar of my shirt like he did when he was a kitten.
