Hi ya, everyone! It’s another Max Monday and I am mad at Mama. She is such a drama queen! The other day I was having my second mid-afternoon nap, dreaming about chasing my future pet birdie, Yum Yum, when Mama woke me up with all her shouting. I knew she couldn’t possibly be yelling at me because I am so well-behaved. And I was right: She wasn’t mad at me. She was mad at her white hairs.
Mama, for whatever strange reason, goes nutso every time she finds a white hair. She will wail and shake her fist. Then she’ll try to yank it out, which makes her holler even louder because she always pulls out the wrong hair. Finally, she yanks it out, and life goes back to normal until it happens again. The white hair always grows back.
But this time it was different. Mama found a new white hair. A long white hair. One she had never noticed until now. I am completely blameless, but I still get an earful for letting her walk around with white hairs.
I have plenty of white hairs. My feets are white. My chin is white. My chest is white. I got white spots on my belly.
Do I act a fool because I got white hairs? No way! MaxE plays it cool 24/7.
Anyway, I don’t get what the big deal is. So she has some white hairs. I do too and I don’t run around like a crazy cat. So I ignored Mama like I always do when she’s having her white hair fit and go back to sleep.
Do you think I should tell her about the white hairs she can’t see?
I’d better not. She’d probably crawl back into bed and forget to feed me. Now that would be something worthy of a meltdown.