[as dictated to Tanya]
Hi Ya! My name is Max, but you can call me, Mighty Max! Today is a super big day for me: I get to dictate my first post. I am super duper excited! I have lots of things to meow about.
I love, love, love, love, love, love, LOVE to play! I am the best player ever!
Mama buys me lots of toys, which is super duper nice of her to do. I play hard, so I go through them pretty fast. She doesn’t get mad though. She seems pretty proud of her playful Max.
She talks about this other kitty, Emeril. I do not know him. He seems like a bit of a prima donna. Emeril was constipated. Always. Max has never been constipated, never had an enema. I rule! Emeril drools and doesn’t poop!
Mama also says Emeril didn’t enjoy playing very much. He preferred to snuggle. Mighty Max does both! My favorite game is to jump on tall dresser in the middle of the night when mama is sleeping. I push the alarm clock off the dresser and it lands with a big BOOM. Mama jumps up while I laugh and laugh and laugh. Best. Game. Ever.
Mama gets mad and boots me out of the bedroom. It’s no big deal. I know how to open doors because I am a clever feline! She grumbles, but I can tell she is proud of her smart, playful kitty since she snuggles with me.
Mama is nice but a bit strange. She always makes comments about my poop. Weird—right? She’s so proud of my good poops. Are there bad poops?
Mama was pretty lucky I adopted her when I did. I can’t imagine what she would do without me to keep her on track. Like right now—I want to play and she’s busy. So I’ll make her take a break by knocking over a picture of Emeril. That always gets her attention!
Gotta run, run, run—mama’s chasing after me! Meow!
Love it! Max, you seem like just the thing your mom needs! Does she know how lucky she is?!?
Yup, Mama sure is lucky to me to tell her what to do! Mama says to tell you hi!
Max