Maxism is not to be confused with Marxism. Maxism is life with one ginger tabby who is 16+ pounds of energy. He’s a whole lot of cat with a whole lot of personality. I’ll let him explain…
Hi Ya Everyone! It’s me—Mighty Max. My Mama always tells me that I’m silly, sweet and fun, so I do my best to live-up to my motto every day! MaxE has gotta represent! MEOW!
I have recently discovered something amazing. Do you want to know what it is? Of course you do! It’s toilet paper! Yup, it is so delicious! I love to chew it, shred it and unroll it. So. Much. Fun.
You should try it.
Mama gets a little upset with me, which I don’t understand. If she didn’t want me to play with it, why she does she leave it out for me? Silly Mama. Of course, MaxE is going to play with it.
Mama has a lot of rules. Here is just a small sampling:
- Don’t scratch the chair.
- Don’t scratch the bench.
- Don’t jump on the dresser and play with the lamp.
- Don’t eat the plants.
- Don’t chew on cords
- Don’t push dishes off the kitchen counter. Especially in the middle of the night.
- Don’t shred the toilet paper
- Don’t eat the toilet paper
- Don’t put your paw in my iced tea.
- Don’t tip my glass of iced tea over.
- Don’t knock over the picture of Emeril on my desk.
- Don’t turn on the water in the bath tub. I did this once and it was so cool! Mama was unimpressed.
- Don’t be naughty! Now you’re on a timeout for 5 minutes. I got out of the bathroom in 3 minutes. MaxE knows how to open doors!
- Don’t open doors.
- Don’t open locked doors. Yeah, who is the best cat burglar. MaxE!
I do so many awesome things every day that I can’t even remember them all. Mama is lucky to have me around to entertain her. She always laughs hard when I chase after the laser mouse.
But I don’t understand why she doesn’t laugh when I play on the dressers at 2:00 AM. She’s obviously awake since she gets up and boots me from the bedroom. Why can’t she take a few minutes and play with me. Very, very rude.
Still, life is pretty good. I get 3 big meals a day. A handful of treats before bedtime. A super soft bed. Lots of playtime. And lots of snuggle time too, although I’m still confused as to why Mama calls me her snuggle bunny. I am pretty sure that I’m a feline, not a rascally rabbit.
So, all in all, it’s good to be Max in a Maxist world.
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Very sweet post you guys!! I love all the trouble that you get into Max!
We have 2 cats, one female and one male. The female has been staring at me for the last 2 hours waiting for kibbles. We ration them, because like any woman, she loves her carbs and would eat the whole bowl if allowed to.
The male one loves water just like Max and loves to open doors too.
Most of the doors in our house are closed so they can’t get into the bathrooms on their own, and they are not allowed in our bedroom during the night.
They are definitely amusing and fun to be with.
Thanks Sicorra! Max is very pleased that you understand and appreciate his need to get into trouble. If only Mama understood!
Ah, kibble. Emeril would only eat kibble. He would get very insulted if I offered canned food or human food. A vet tech once compared kibble to potato chips, so I can’t really blame Emeril for wanting it! Max eats both which I appreciate.
Max loves watching water but pouts if I sprinkle a few drops on his head. Go figure! Max has opened every door in my apartment (minus the front door, he hasn’t mastered a deadbolt yet!) so unless I block it – he can open it. It probably doesn’t help that I’m a bit of sucker when it comes to him either!