Hi ya, everyone! I bet you missed me last week, but Mama insisted she needed to show off our remodeled digs. I did a nice job—don’t ya think? And yes, I helped. I was on my very best behavior, so Mama could work in peace. Not!
While I may have occasionally resorted to some mischief-making to get Mama to notice me, I do play an important role in Mama’s work. Everything needs my meow of approval and the new and improved Eat Laugh Purr earned two paws up!
A New Royal Nickname for Max
As you know, I take great pride in my many nicknames and I am super duper excited about my latest one. Mama has hereby dubbed me Sir Snoops A Lot. She says I am super snoopy. It’s true. When Mama comes home from shopping, I rush out to meet her and help empty her bags to see if there is anything for me.
Normally, I find boring stuff, like eggs, tortillas, cheese and apples. Bleech. But on occasion I find a big bag of kibble. I LOVE kibble. And sometimes Mama gets distracted and forgets to put my bag of kibble away. So when she’s not paying attention, I chew a corner open so I can scoop out a handful, or two, of kibble to munch on at my leisure.
Of course, MaxE … I mean Sir Snoops A Lot gets yelled at, which seems very unfair to me. First, it’s not my fault Mama forgot to put away the kibble and left it sitting on the floor. What kind of a cat would I be if I ignored it? A lame one. And second, if she kept my dish full at all times, I wouldn’t need to help myself. Clearly, the blame lies with Mama, not me.
Now Mama insists that if she kept my dish full that I would get fat and need to go on a diet. Whatever. I am a trim 17 pounds and pure muscle, baby!
Still, I am pleased by my new nickname as I recently discovered that prima donna Emeril went by, His Royal Highness. I am clearly cooler than him, so it’s only right that I have a prestigious, fancy nickname too. His royal nickname is boring too while mine has a lot of personality to it—just like me.
But don’t worry—I am not a stuck-up cat. No way. I’m not going to make you bow or curtsy when we meet. But I wouldn’t refuse a handful of kibble, if you could be so kind.