Misc. Monday: Cat Tales

For your Monday enjoyment, a quick update or two on my kitty.

Max has grown, and is harassing penguins all over the apartment. He doesn't really harm them, he just drags them from room to room. Especially the little ones. Cats=Bullies.

Max seems to hate the color red, and will attack things that have the audacity to be that color. Last time I painted my nails red, he clawed my hands until I looked like I'd been in a fight with a lawn mower. Or taken up self mutilating. Or punched my way out of a glass cage. Cat's hurt.

Even though Max is larger, he has no awareness of his size. He keeps knocking stuff over because he doesn't fit in places that he used to go. He also keeps trying to mount the hamster cage, and knocks over the stuff around it. Dwarthy has zero survival instinct, and climbs right up on the bars of the cage to sniff him. I've had to build an anti cat jumping barrier to prevent hamster harassment, and even that is only 90% effective.

Max is a piggie. We feed him twice a day, and every time he acts like he's starving. He also tries to steal my cheese. Not cool, dude. Cheese is for people.

Max is a super hero of cuddling. He's started growing his winter coat, which means he's extremely warm and fuzzy. And he's got a lion mane.  He likes to share my pillow, and lay on my chest in the morning. Cats are adorable.

Misc. Monday: I'm alive, and Also I Have a Cat

Just so you guys know, I did not in fact drop off of the face of the Earth. I've been working a series of nine hour days so that I can take time off for my wedding without losing money. I have a couple of books almost finished and ready to be reviewed, so look forward to that!

In the mean time, may I present my kitty:























This is Max. He is the maximum concentration of cat allowed by law. He is three months old, he is small, and he is fuzzy. He's kind of penguin colored. He and his sister were abandoned on an acquaintance's doorstep in a cardboard box. She took them in, of course, but needed homes for them, because she already has a cat of her own. His sister was adopted right away, but Max lingered awhile. The other cat started getting territorial, and she was alarmed. So we rescued him.

Incidentally, this is the second time this particular woman has ended up taking in a group of orphaned kittens. There are a lot of strays in our area, and it's just terribly sad. So here's the deal, people: spay or neuter your pets. It's for the greater good. Seriously. And that's my PSA for the week.