Maxwell Housecat (In Memoriam)


American Shorthair/Burmese
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Home:Raleigh, NC  [I have a diary!]  
Sex: Male   Weight: 10 lbs.

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Nicknames:
Maxipoo, Sir Max, Maxipants, Maximus Handsomus, Maxithin, AirMax, Mad Max, Sweet boy.

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

Sun Sign:
Quick Bio:
-mixed breed-cat rescue

Birthday:
March 1st 1993

Coloration:
Black

Likes:
CATNIP! Attention also rates high. Oh, and brushings.

Pet-Peeves:
His meds.

Favorite Toy:
His cat, Marley.

Favorite Nap Spot:
In my office, or on the foot of the bed at night.

Favorite Food:
Total cereal (yeah, that's weird), granola, yogurt. HATES canned food.

Skills:
Letting himself into cabinets he can't get out of. He's also a great and dependable bathroom attendant.

Dwells:
indoors

Arrival Story:
Found on street after being tossed from a car. Was raised by my dog, which had him a little confused for a while - when he was young, he used to play fetch, come when called, the whole deal. Has lived all over the US. His life wasn't complete till he got his cat, Marley, whom he adores.

Bio:
Update: Maxi crossed the bridge Oct. 23rd, 2006, after a long tough fight with CRF. He went peacefully in my arms. I miss him terribly. He was the handsomest, most dignified, and most gracious guy ever in the history of catdom. Maxi lived for two years with renal failure. He got way too many meds and needle sticks, and nasty food, but he put up with it all without complaint or hard feelings. He was the sweetest boy ever.

Forums Motto:
Handsomest Boy Ever

I've Been On Catster Since:
October 17th 2005 More than 8 years!

I Was In The:
2006 Valentine's Day Party!
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Catster Id:
208046


Meet my family
MarleyPippinChanceFergus
McManiac

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In loving memory


Almost a year...

October 6th 2007 11:00 pm
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It's SO hard to believe Max has been gone almost a year. It sure doesn't seem like that long.

Marley, his girl, was depressed for months. Lost a lot of weight, wouldn't come out much. I'd have given anything to be able to explain to her why Max didn't come home to her. She's better now, but I don't think I'm anthropomorphizing when I say she's never quite returned to the same blithe spirit she used to be.

There's a new boy in the house now - another tiny throwaway, like Max, this one destined for quick euthanasia before we took him in. Pippin's blossomed into a beautiful boy. Like a lot of Maine Coons, he's the class clown - he's funny, adorable, and I love him dearly, but dignity is simply NOT in his vocabulary. I'm pretty sure Max would've found him highly entertaining. :)

I still miss Max terribly. It's amazing how a small, calm, quiet personality can become such a central part of what home means. My stepdad made a really lovely maple urn for his ashes, so he's still here, near me and his best friend, my best-dog-ever, Brie. The two of them taught me so much about life. When I go, one of these days, I hope they'll be there.

 

Christmas after Max

December 20th 2006 9:57 pm
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I guess it's been two months now that Max has been gone, but it's amazing how much I still miss him. I still can't build a fire without expecting him to stroll around the corner and settle into his spot on the corner of the couch closest to the hearth. He sure knew how to live. :)

His girl, Marley, is doing better, but she's still lonely, too - a little withdrawn. a little needier than usual. I'd give anything to be able to explain it all to her. I think she knows, though, in a cat way, anyway.

When Max was young, he adored flowers. You couldn't bring them into the house without him trying to smell them, eat them, bury his little black nose in them. He just loved them. So my resolution for this year is to try to remember what he taught me: Stop and enjoy what's in front of you now.

 

Max crossed the bridge October 23rd, 2006

October 23rd 2006 9:02 pm
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For Maxwell 10-23-06

Still waiting for your lithe step,
More felt than heard in the hallway,
For the almost imperceptible give of the mattress
As you stop by to hold my hand till I settle into sleep.

You had already faded to a whisper when you left.
But I could always hear you anyway.

Zen cat, calm as stars, wide eyed,
With your own alien ways, quiet, shy, a bit bemused.
You’d rather eat daisies than kippers,
granola than livers, yogurt than bird,
despite my best efforts.

But you were more honest than most.
You loved what you loved, no bones about it:
Your girlcat, a nice fire, a pinch of catnip,
A sunbeam, a little shared cereal in the morning.
What an honor to have made that list.

I miss your quiet presence, sweet boy,
Your gentle purr, soft as woodsmoke at twilight,
Your step, no longer here, no matter how hard I listen.

Laura Leslie
Max's mom

 
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