Hi ya everyone! It’s me Mighty Max! Mama says I can meow about whatever I want today, so I’m going to meow about life as a Mama’s boy. Mama says I’m indulged and have an easy life, which is very true. But I still have a laundry list of things to do in the few hours I’m awake.
Mama most often finds me napping in my cat tower when she stumbles out of the bedroom that I was so rudely booted from for playing with her lamp. After a few pets and smooches, Mama sets out my morning meal of wet food and kibble. I gobble up my breakfast while Mama heads to the couch to read her emails.
After I finish eating, I join her on the couch, snuggling next to her. She puts her arm around me while I give myself a bath. Eventually, she turns on her computer and goes to work, so I either take a nap or get into mischief. Both are real fun.
If I’m in a mischief-making mood, I’ll scamper from room to room, looking for trouble. Maybe I’ll sneak into the kitchen or bathroom cabinets. Or jump onto the kitchen table and push things off. Or stick my paw into Mama’s smoothie or tip over her Diet Coke. Or I go for the big guns and knock over her picture of prima donna Emeril.
Mama sometimes gets mad at me and puts in me in a 5 minute timeout in the bathroom. Normally, I sneak out at the 3 minute mark. Mighty Max knows how to open doors.
Other times, Mama just gives up and plays with me. Those are the best times.
In between all of our playing, I get another handful of kibble and some serious nap time. I particularly like napping in the sunshine by the patio doors or in my bed on the bookcase. I always get a bit frisky before dinner, so Mama plays with me some more. After dinner, I’m normally quite tired from my big day, so I settle into my cat tower or Mama’s bed for a long nap.
But I always manage to wake up in time to play laser mouse with Mama—it’s my favorite game! Afterwards, I get my bedtime meal of wet food, kibble AND a handful of treats. Boy, I love treats. I wish Mama gave me treats at every meal, but she claims they will make me fat.
Emeril was fat, but I’m not, even though I weigh more than he did. I’m a big boy, not a chub-a-lub like Emeril.
Meow! If I have to admire his picture every day, than I can meow about him all I want. You said Emeril waddled.
[T] Once upon a time, Emeril might have been considered chunky, but he was quite slender when he passed away.
Because he had kidney disease?
Fine. I won’t make fun of him, but he’s still a prima donna.
[T] Yup, and proud of it. And you owe Emeril too; he is the reason you get a bedtime treat.
Really? Huh. I LOVE Emeril. He was sooooooo handsome (not!) Anyway, Mama goes to bed, and I join her for a bit. But every couple of hours I get up to do my nightly patrol. I stalk bugs, push things off the kitchen table and tip over Emeril’s picture. Finally, I head back into the bedroom where I shake Mama’s lamp until she wakes up and boots me out.
But before you know it, morning’s here and we start all over again. It’s not easy being silly, sweet and fun, but I do my best to live up to my reputation.