Hi ya, everyone! It’s Max Monday (the very best day of the week) and I’m going to talk about smooches. My Mama has given me 1000 smooches since she got back from her Christmas holiday. I am adorable, so it’s completely understandable that she would miss me. And I am also very smooch-able.
Some might even say that I am irresistible. Again, this is true. You might think I am exaggerating, but I paw-swear that I’m not.
I know this to be true because every day my Mama tells me how handsome I am. How smart I am. How naughty I am.
I am all of those things.
Mama says that prima donna Emeril was perfect and well-behaved. I know this is a lie. Emeril was constipated and a diva.
So I don’t feel bad that on occasion (almost every day), I get into mischief. And still, even though I can be a bit mischievous, I am still incredibly smooch-able.
Sometimes I am even fast asleep in my bed or cat tower and Mama wakes me up to give me a smooch. Or ten. She even gives me a smooch after I’ve been naughty, which is a little bit confusing. I figure I am so adorable that she just can’t help herself.
Mama has no willpower when it comes to MaxE.
I don’t mind.
It is a bit annoying when I’m dreaming about catching birdies and she wakes me up. Since she pets me so nicely and gives me kitty massages every morning, I don’t put up too much of a fuss. She really loves my paws and always gives them smooches too. It’s kind of weird, but I’ve learned to accept Mama has a paw fetish.
She has learned to accept that MaxE is sometimes, on occasion, a wee bit naughty.
We just smooch it out and everyone is happy.
See you next Max Monday!