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Leave a treat for Maxwell
Nicknames: Max, Maximus, Maxathon, Maxamillian , Mao Mao, Mitten, Mr. KittenfaceWhiskernoseFlufftail (don't even think about it - only Mommy can call me this and live)
Kitty Complexion:
Activeness
sleepy
very active
Intelligence
silly
genius
Curiosity
not curious
very curious
Friendliness
timid
affectionate
Vocal
not vocal
very vocal
Quick Bio:
-mixed breed
-pound cat
-cat rescue
Coloration: Mackerel
Likes: Sleeping with Mommy or Daddy, following Mommy or Daddy, and generally trying to be just like Mommy or Daddy.
Pet-Peeves: Being excluded from my humans' bathroom activities - how do I know they won't use my precious litterbox unless I am there to guard it?
Favorite Toy: Feathers, feathers, feathers. If it came from a bird, I want to chew on it!
Favorite Nap Spot: Nestled in Mom's hair or curled in Dad's lap.
Favorite Food: Kitty food, tuna, ham, pork chops, beef stew, applesauce, pizza, popsicles, apple juice, and noodles. Basically, I'll eat whatever Mommy and Daddy let me try. But I NEVER beg for it - that is beneath me.
Skills: I am an amazing gardener - I like to repot Mom's flowers when she's not looking. I am also an exceptional high-jumper, and I stay in top form by attempting to scale walls. Oh, and I am a fearless swimmer - Mom's bathtub is my ocean.
Dwells:
indoors
Arrival Story: I was born at the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals pound. My birth mom was adopted when I was only 6 weeks old. That same day, a nice man and woman came and played with me. I did so want them to adopt me, but the pound said I was too little to be adopted. I spent the night missing my mom, shivering in my metal cage, and crying. I awoke to sunlight and the sound of the nice man's voice - he was back for me, and he refused to take no for an answer! I squirmed happily in my cage, and within moments I was in the man's arms. I knew right then that I would call him Daddy and he would be my Daddy. A half hour later, I was home.
Lives Remaining: 9 of 9
Forums Motto: From Now On, You'll Do as I Say
The Groups I'm In: Beautiful Black Cats and Dogs Unite!, Cat Warriors For The World!, Terrific Tabbies, Wild Whiskers
I've Been On Catster Since:
I have been deep undercover in a special operation for the last several months, and will likely remain so for a while longer. Fear not, I am alive and well. World domination will be ours if I have my way with things.
Mommy hasn't been feeling so good lately. Bones hurt her a lot. Doctors say she has Author-write-iss, but she sure hasn't been doing a lot of writing for ME lately. Hmph. Considered hiring new secretary.
Then I thought, "Perhaps if Mommy felt better, she could remain on staff." So, to that end, I have tried to make the house more comfortable for Mommy. Have spent the last week transforming our home into fluffy comfort.
Since our hardwood floors are hard on her knees, decided to add some padding underfoot. Unspooled entire roll of toilet paper and dragged it into living room where I piled it into a fluffy carpet in front of the couch. Only need 37 more rolls to cover the entire floor - she'll feel like she's walking on a cloud when I'm finished!
Spent extra time fluffing the bed pillows for her this morning. Threw my entire body into the project, leaping and lunging to plump the feathers up to mamixmal softness capacity.
Spent some time thinking up other ways to make the house fluffy, but not all my ideas were a hit. For instance, the decision to use most of a bag of marshmallows on the kitchen floor didn't make it fluffy, only gooey. And dispensing Daddy's shaving cream into the bathub didn't create the fluffy bath-pillow I had envisioned, only a sticky mess.
Tried to clean up both messes before Mommy noticed. Unfortunately, she caught me both times with whiskers full of goo and sticky paws. I tried to tell her it was for her own good, but she didn't believe me and scolded me for making trouble.
At times like that, it's hard to stay motivated to keep helping Mommy, but I force myself to keep trying. After all, she has been pretty good to me as a secretary. And it is just so hard to find good help these days.
Spent much of last week honing artistic talent in my preferred medium: papier-mache.
My sculptures are painstakingly crafted from hand-collected toilet paper, kitty spit, and floor dust. Firm believer that using the best materials produces the best art!
After unrolling and gathering several lengths of Mommy's high-quality toilet paper, I retreat to my studio space under their bed. This is where the artistic magic happens.
I begin the process by chewing the paper to give it a sticky consistency. Then I begin "shaping" my sculptures by grouping clumps together in random formations. When the shape is complete, I add the detailing by affixing materials from my studio. I'm particularly fond of dust bunnies, carpet fibers, and crumbs.
Only when my masterpieces are complete do I feel comfortable showing them to Mommy and Daddy - we artists are naturally sensitive to criticism during the creation process.
But once finished, I am so proud of my works that I display them all over the house for Mommy and Daddy to find. My best work was showcased on the dinner table - it was so complicated that Mommy was rendered speechless and stared at it for a full two minutes.
I think she was impressed with my mixed-medium technique: I chewed up part of the cable bill and added it to the top of my sculpture. It added a little extra flair that she definitely appreciated.
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