Hi ya, everyone! It’s me, MaxE! The coolest cat in the whole wide world is back. Mama’s Day was a couple of weeks ago, but I wasn’t permitted to post until today. Whatever. That’s lame-o, if you ask me. But Mama never does. I’d blog every day if I could because I always have awesome things to meow about and share with you. And today’s awesome topic is Mama!
Let’s me tell you I spoiled Mama something fierce for Mama’s Day because she is the best Mama ever! I let her sleep in until I got hungry. Then I pestered her. Just a few friendly head butts and quiet meows, nothing awful or worth feeling bad about doing — no matter what anyone tells you.
No sir, I did not leap all over the bed and nip Mama’s toes while singing the song of my people as loud as I could. Don’t you believe those lies! MaxE is a gentleman feline!
Anyway, after Mama got up and set out my breakfast (kibble and wet food!), I graciously offered her first bite but she declined my offer, which was a bit rude. I mean, it’s not like I make that offer every day. But she scrunched up her face and said “gross”.
Like I said, rude.
But I did not hold that against Mama. No sir! I wait to get my revenge until I need to barf, then I make sure to do it in place that will upset her. Her flip-flops. A book. The carpet. Because it was her special day, I played adorable instead, which comes super easy to me. I snuggled non-stop with Mama and let her rub my belly. I even permitted a fair amount of brushing to occur, which was super duper kind of me. I hate brushing!
Mama is a fur puller. It hurts, people. It really, really hurts. I meowed my displeasure to Mama but she ignored me. She claimed that I am “too hairy” and I don’t even know what that means. How can I be too hairy? Anyway, I endured a brushing because it made her happy and I wanted her happy on her special day.
I offered to buy her a fancy schmancy cat tower and a big box of cat treats but she declined my gift. She said I didn’t have the money for such a big gift, which is true. But I know Mama’s password to Amazon.
Shhhhhhhh … don’t tell her. She’ll change it. Right now, it’s Max Rules!
[Tanya] No. I’m quite positive Max Rules is not my password. To Amazon or anywhere.
WHAT!!! But it’s a good password. The best password.
[T] You may rule my life, Max. But Max Rules is a bad password, my friend.
Are you sure?
[T] Yes. But I still love you.
Okay, thank you. I love you too.
I forgot what I was meowing about? My awesomeness? How much I want a pet birdie named Yum Yum? How rude it is that I don’t get hallway privileges? Oh wait. Mama.
Mama probably had the very best Mama’s day ever. Like nobody had a better one than Mama. No one. It was … wait for it … bigly. Believe me.
Happy Mother’s Day, Mama. I love you. Please change your Amazon password to Max Rules! Not that I plan to buy myself anything. And if I accidentally on purpose do, never fear! I’ll make sure to buy enough to get free shipping!
Max
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