Hi ya, everyone! It’s me, Mighty Max! It’s been a long time since Mama let me meow on the blog, but after I pouted and knocked some things off her desk, she decided to let me post today. Oh boy! Are you in for a treat!
Mama asked me what I wanted to meow about today. Between you and me—I didn’t know. But after I scampered from room to room, meowing up a storm, I finally figured out what I wanted to share with you: I am the perfect cat.
Seriously, I am.
Don’t worry—I’m not a prima donna cat like Emeril (thank goodness). He thought he was perfect, but he wasn’t. Far from it. But I am.
Don’t believe me? Well, that’s awfully rude but I can prove it.
I am handsome.
I am playful.
I eat heartily – both kibble and wet food!
I snuggle (Mama even calls me her snuggle bunny, which I think is a compliment)
I let Mama carry me around.
I don’t wake Mama up in the morning demanding that she get up and feed me NOW!
I am an exceptionally well-behaved cat.
I am undemanding.
I am silly, sweet and fun (Mama tells me this every day!)
I purr loudly, let Mama rub my belly and kiss my paws.
Clearly, I am perfect. Right, Mama?
[T] Sure, Max. You are perfect for me, but I don’t know if you are an exceptionally well-behaved cat. You nudge things off desks, tables and dressers. Tip over almost empty glasses of iced tea and water. Hog the bed. Howl loudly to make me play with you. Shredded my bench with your razor sharp claws.
Mama! That’s just how MaxE rolls. You know that. I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t do those things. And you wouldn’t want me to be someone I’m not.
[T] I guess not. But maybe you could stop sharpening your claws on my furniture? I would appreciate it.
I’ll think about it. But no guarantees. Oh, I thought of another one: I am also very honest.
I will maybe try to be more well-behaved (never) and not sharpen my claws on your bench (no more than 3 or 4 times a day) because I am the perfect (honestly!) cat.