Mad Max


Domestic Medium Hair
Picture of Mad Max, a male Domestic Medium Hair

Photo Comments (2)
Age: 6 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 9 lbs.

Photo Comments

Photo Comments

Photo Comments

Photo Comments

Photo Comments

   Leave a treat for Mad Max

Nicknames:
Mad Max, Maxwell, Maxilla, Maxie Boy

Kitty Complexion:
 Activeness 
sleepyvery active
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Curiosity 
not curiousvery curious
 
 Friendliness 
timidaffectionate
 
 Vocal 
not vocalvery vocal
 

Sun Sign:
Quick Bio:
-disabled -blind -cat rescue

Birthday:
August 25th 2008

Coloration:
Black

Likes:
Annoying my big sister Shadow

Pet-Peeves:
Whistling--I hate it! I'll try to kiss you to get you to stop. If that doesn't work, I'll bite you!

Favorite Toy:
My pop-up cube.

Favorite Nap Spot:
Under the bed and under the comforter.

Favorite Food:
I'm sort of picky when it comes to food. Just feed me my Science Diet twice a day, and I'll love you forever.

Skills:
I've never landed on my feet. I can use a treadmill (under strict supervision)!!

Dwells:
indoors

Arrival Story:
I was rescued with my brother and sister by the wonderful people of Forgotten Cats in Delaware. One day, when I was playing in my cage at a PetSmart, a woman came in the adoption center to meet a different cat. Can you believe it? She didn't want to meet me! But as she was getting ready to leave, I started putting on a show--I batted around a toy mouse, rolled across my cage, and generally looked really cute. It wasn't hard to catch her eye--I was adorable! So the lady asked, "Can I pet him?" I wasn't letting her go anywhere without me! As soon as the cage door opened, I bounced across the floor and climbed right up her shirt! Then I planted my paws on her face, one on each cheek, and gave her a kiss to let her know I wanted her as my person. Two minutes later, she was filling out my adoption application! The rest, as they say, is kitty history.

Bio:
I moved into my forever home when I was three months old. When I was five months old, I started doing somthing that made my mom laugh: I began chasing my tail. Boy, did she like watching me do that! Pretty soon, I began chasing my tail. My mom would laugh and laugh as I'd spin around and catch my tail in my mouth. But I didn't laugh. Couldn't she tell my tail hurt me??? I bit it hard, but that made it hurt even worse. So I bit it again and again, until it bled! This went on for months. My mom stopped laughing and became really worried when the tail kept getting infected. Finally, the vet said the tail had to go. That made me a lot happier. It's now about three inches long and looks like a Jack Russel's tail. When I was about nine months old, I started having trouble seeing. If you check out my photos, you might notice my right eye is whitish-blue. That's scar tissue from an injury I sustained when I was really young. I can see pretty well out of that eye. It's the other one--the one that looks greenish--that causes me the most problem. I'm completely blind in my left eye because of a cataract caused by head trauma. The tail...the eyes...What was going on with me? My mom was so worried. She was learning about so many possible conditions -- deformities, cerebellar hypoplasia ... Then a really smart vet realized what was wrong. I had grade-four luxating patellas. That's when the kneecaps don't sit on the femur correctly. My mom had noticed I was pretty bow-legged and that I couldn't run and jump like most cats. Both my knees needed immediate surgery, the orthopedist said, or in another year, I wouldn't be able to walk at all! So on April 15, 2010, I had double knee surgery. My mom had to keep me confined to part of the bathroom for ten weeks! But the orthopedist said I'm doing great. My back legs are pretty weak--I've never had normal knees before, so it'll take time to build up my muscles. I still need pet stairs to jump on the bed. But I'm back to my old antics again--wrestling my sister Shadow, and hiding under the bed so I can jump out and trip my mom. It also takes me a while to play a game of fetch, since it takes me about ten minutes to bring back the ball to my mom! But I'm so happy now and I'm not in so much pain any more. I'm such a lucky cat!

Lives Remaining:
4 of 9

I've Been On Catster Since:
July 30th 2010 More than 4 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Catster Id:
1147636


Meet my family
Shadow

Meet my Feline Friends