Showing posts with label pt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pt. Show all posts
Life with Max Pt 5 Max Finds His Zen
Life with Max Pt 5 Max Finds His Zen
Chapter Five Max Finds His Zen
On New Years Eve Max became gender neutral. It happened without fanfare. It happened without drama. It happened without slowing him down for one.single.solitary.moment. He was fighting the anesthesia from the moment I picked him up from the vet and I had to pick him up at noon because the clinic was closing early that day. He utterly and completely refused to sleep it off and that stance went on for the rest of the afternoon and evening until he finally, mercifully collapsed out of sheer exhaustion.

Read more »On New Years Eve Max became gender neutral. It happened without fanfare. It happened without drama. It happened without slowing him down for one.single.solitary.moment. He was fighting the anesthesia from the moment I picked him up from the vet and I had to pick him up at noon because the clinic was closing early that day. He utterly and completely refused to sleep it off and that stance went on for the rest of the afternoon and evening until he finally, mercifully collapsed out of sheer exhaustion.

Life with Max Pt 5 Max Finds His Zen
Life with Max Pt I Max Appears
Life with Max Pt I Max Appears
I've been writing a book about my cat Max ever since I first brought him home. I'm going to be sharing the chapters on the blog. Hope you enjoy this departure from my usual posts!

Max Appears
2013 was a tough year for me. I lost two out of my three beloved pets that year and the house felt sad and quiet. My dog, Lucy, was my favourite pet of all time. She was a husky-shepherd-golden retriever mix with the best characteristics of all three breeds. She was my best friend and constant companion. We went everywhere together, she was the light of my life and in January 2013, she was gone.
Life with Max Pt I Max Appears
Life With Max Pt 8 Max the Instrument of Mass Destruction
Life With Max Pt 8 Max the Instrument of Mass Destruction
My Max, looks so sweet butter wouldn't melt in his mouth... HE HAS YOU ALL FOOLED!!!!!!!!!!

This is what Max looked like the day I brought him home.
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This is what Max looked like the day I brought him home.
Life With Max Pt 8 Max the Instrument of Mass Destruction
Life with Max Pt 3 Chatterbox Max
Life with Max Pt 3 Chatterbox Max
Chatterbox Max
By the time Max reached the age of 5 months, he had a very large vocabulary of sounds to share with us. He chirruped to say hello, he trilled when he wanted something, he had a tiny, quiet meow and a whole range of other sounds that he used as he bounced around the house. He was having conversations, I dont know with whom, but he was definitely chatting with someone.
Life with Max Pt 3 Chatterbox Max
Life with Max Pt 4 Spitting Back
Life with Max Pt 4 Spitting Back
SPITTING BACK
Max was fascinated by Eloise. She could not get away from him, he was always staring at her or climbing all over her or chasing her around the house. They wrestled frequently. Eloise would growl and howl at Max to no avail. If she got the better of him, Max would make the oddest little sounds. Sounds that reminded me of monkeys chattering. The sounds would go on for a very short time and then he would lunge at her and the wrestling would start again. Max was now one pound heavier than Eloise. I knew if he continued his bullying behaviour, he would be hurting her as he grew bigger and bigger. He was still biting a lot. He didn't use his claws much but his teeth were always in action.
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Max was fascinated by Eloise. She could not get away from him, he was always staring at her or climbing all over her or chasing her around the house. They wrestled frequently. Eloise would growl and howl at Max to no avail. If she got the better of him, Max would make the oddest little sounds. Sounds that reminded me of monkeys chattering. The sounds would go on for a very short time and then he would lunge at her and the wrestling would start again. Max was now one pound heavier than Eloise. I knew if he continued his bullying behaviour, he would be hurting her as he grew bigger and bigger. He was still biting a lot. He didn't use his claws much but his teeth were always in action.Life with Max Pt 4 Spitting Back
Life with Max Pt 2 The Mice are Conspiring
Life with Max Pt 2 The Mice are Conspiring
The Mice are Conspiring
Max was teething like crazy, I kept stepping on molars and itty bitty teeth. He was biting and chewing like nobodys business. I thought I could distract him from biting me and Eloise by getting him more toys.
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Life with Max Pt 2 The Mice are Conspiring