Hi ya, everyone! It’s me, MaxE, the coolest cat on the Internet, paw swear! The other day I noticed Mama had a post telling you what was new with her, so I decided to do the same. I’m a real copy cat! LOL! As you know, I am a very active feline so I’ve got lots to share with you. Let’s get started!
I Got New Nicknames!
Mama is like the Queen of Nicknames. I have so many great ones and have two new ones to add to the list. You may also call me, GiGi. It’s a play off of me being a ginger, which for some strange reason amuses Mama. I don’t understand why. Mo was a ginger too. My second nickname is Feline Friend. Yup, Mama always shouts for her Feline Friend to snuggle or help her. And I happily oblige, unless I’m napping or getting into mischief.
I am a Best Boy
Now I know what you’re thinking: MaxE is an awesome cat and obviously a best boy. True. Very, very true. However, the original Best Boy was that prima donna cat, Emeril. And every time Mama called me a best boy in the past, she corrected herself to include Emeril. Rude. But now, I’m my own Best Boy, which makes perfect sense. I never understood how a cat who couldn’t poop could be a best boy.
I Threw Up
Mama says that might be TMI, but I don’t know what that means. Anyway, the reason I bring it up is because I need you to support me. On the rarest of occasion, I may gobble my food at little too fast and sometimes throw up afterwards. I feel real bad about it. And Mama is real nice when it happens. She never yells at me or anything. But … she worries that I have an upset tummy, so she won’t feed me for hours and only a little bit. Well, I’m hungry after emptying my belly all over the carpet. So please let Mama know that it’s okay to feed me! I’m not sick, just a big oinker. But not literally. I am a feline, not a pig.
I Got into Mischief
The Mitt of Doom Returns
A pesky fruit fly infiltrated our home much to Mama’s dismay and my anger. How dare he!!!! Anyway, the Max-E-Nator returned with his powerful mitts of doom to smite that dastardly invader. I chased him for days. Days, I tell you. I pounced and yowled and chased him all over the apartment. He was so fast. I couldn’t catch him. I am ashamed to admit that he remains alive and free to pester my Mama. Thankfully, she has not given up on me. I will smush him with my super-sized paws. He will rue the day he took the Max-E-Nator on. I will prevail!
What’s New with You?
As you can see, I was pretty busy. I take my job of keeping Mama on her toes very seriously and do an excellent job. What have you been up to lately? Hopefully, you’ve gotten in a little mischief too!