Hello, My name is Maximillian Emeril. You can call me Max. Or MaxE. Or Mighty Max. Or Maxxers. Or my personal favorite—best kitty EVER! Regardless of what you call me, I am Chief Mischief Maker in my home.
Sometimes Mama confuses mischief with naughtiness. They are very, very, VERY different.
Naughty is intentionally being bad. Like when I occasionally, on purpose, knock over Emeril’s framed picture. That’s naughty.
I’m not admitting to ever doing that. Because I didn’t.
I’m a good kitty.
Meow! I totally did it like a 100 times.
Now, mischief is when you accidentally do something naughty when you are busy exploring or playing and you feel real awful about it. (not really but I don’t want Mama to be mad at MaxE!) Like last week, when I found this plastic bag with silverware in Mama’s takeout bag and ran off with it. Later, I batted it around her bedroom while she was trying to sleep.
Crinkle. Crinkle. Crinkle.
“MAX! What are you doing?” Mama shouts.
Crinkle. Crinkle. Getting into mischief, Mama. That’s how MaxE rolls. Crinkle. Crinkle.
Mama sometimes says I am naughty. That is a lie. MaxE is never naughty. Just mischievous. He cannot help it if Mama gets confused or if his mischievous nature sometimes slips into naughtiness.
Really, he can’t be blamed.
I try so hard to be good, but Mama has sooooo many rules. Too many to remember.
And some days Mama only plays with me for a few minutes, so I have no choice but to entertain myself. It’s not my fault if my self-made entertainment causes a mess. Or a crack in Emeril’s frame. Nope. I can only be MaxE.
And he is the King of all Mischief Makers.