Mama loves MaxE. She spoils me and I love it! Sometimes I get yelled at for being naughty, which in my defense, I am never naughty. I am mischievous. Big difference. But anyways, Mama can never stay mad at Mighty Max for very long because I am too awesome. And Mama is cuckoo for MaxE too! (which is code for I can do whatever I want!)
Mama does have some of her own quirks though. Don’t get me wrong, MaxE loves his Mama too. But man, does she have rules and some weird habits. Let me explain:
Mama says snuggle time with MaxE is her favorite part of the day. Mine too. MaxE loves getting petted and adored. But I don’t understand why she calls me her snuggle bunny. I am a feline, not a rascally rabbit. And I am pretty sure that I don’t look like a bunny either. I would definitely love to chase one. I’m pretty fast so I bet I could catch one too!
Mama yells at me for pushing things off the tables, dresser and desk. This is pure silliness. If Mama didn’t want me to nudge containers of cat food (yummy!), books, pens, sunglasses, notepads, pictures of prima donna Emeril or alarm clocks from their various places, then why doesn’t she move them? Hmmmmm?????? Makes no sense to MaxE. Clearly, Mama wants me to do it. And I am happy to oblige!
Mama makes up songs up about MaxE and sings them around the house. Now obviously I am one cool cat so it’s no surprise that people would write songs about me. But Mama …. well, she’s a good writer (She is. You should hire her.) but she’s not the world’s best singer. She sings a bit off key. Okay, a lot off key.
Mama eats weird food. She spends so much time in the kitchen making people food dishes (gross!) and taking pictures of them. It makes MaxE mad. If she’s going to spend so much time in the kitchen, why doesn’t she put some kibble in my dish? Or give me a few treats? Or a spoonful of wet food? She ignores me while she fills her own belly. Rude. Very, very rude.
And last, but certainly not least, Mama talks about my poops. A lot. To anyone who will listen to her. “MaxE poops so good!” “MaxE is the best pooper ever!” “Those are some good poops, MaxE!” Unlike prima donna Emeril, I poop every day. Without medicine. But it’s kind of weird that she rates my poops. I’m not entirely sure what a bad poop is. But I haven’t had one yet.
So like I said, Mama is cuckoo for MaxE and sometimes she is just plain cuckoo. But I still love her! She is the best Mama ever!