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 My Cat Max
My cat Max really didn't like anyone but me. His litter was abandoned
in a garbage bin and someone discovered them and gave them to a
vet clinic. When a co-worker saw a free kitten sign, I went in and
he clambored up my shoulder and held on for dear life. I said "
I think I'll take this one." He was the only survivor. When he was eleven, my sister was talking on the phone to my mom and telling her how mean he was ( that he would swat at her as she walked past - Well , it was his space) He walked over ( and by the way, he weighed 17 pounds) and with his paw, knocked the phone out of her hand. He was senstient(sp) and after a valient four year battle with mast cell cancer, I lost him three years ago. The worst day of my life. I was lucky enough to get another equally untrainable but scentient(sp) cat Maxamelia. Like Max, she fetches for her own amusement. I, of course, don't foolishly leave pineapple upside down cakes on the top of the fridge so that she can eat every bit of fruit off the top. That is part of the story on the best friend of my life. A true Cat fan |
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