Max

Max is the last cat of the clutter. We got him from a friend of mine who was going to Mexico for a semester. She asked us to watch her cat while she was gone. When she came back, the apartment she was in didn't allow cats, so she asked us to watch him until she moved in with her mom for her final year of school. It turned out that her mom didn't want a cat in the house, so she asked if we wanted to keep him. He's a regular tabby cat, like Peggy and Bert, and people often get the two boys confused. Max is the most sociable of all the cats. He loves to be around humans at the center of attention. When people come into the house, Max is always the first to jump in a lap. Even cat-haters like him. He plays rough, though. Just because you're a soft-fleshed human doesn't mean that he should sheathe his claws! We have all been injured by playing with Max. Even with the old hand-under-the-blanket trick, most cats don't go for the kill. Max does. He bites your wrist (the neck) with a bite that would snap most small animals' vertebrae, and does the disembowelling kick on your forearm. It can be quite painful. He likes to wrestle a lot with Kana and Bert. He also enjoys beating up on Neffie.

Even though Neffie is the queen, and Max has to eat last because he is the lowest in the pecking order, sometimes he gets tired of the status quo. Or maybe he just gets tired of her ATTITUDE. At any rate, Neffie will look at him the wrong way and then he will hunt her down. They end up in a flying ball of fur, just like in the cartoons, with bits and pieces of fur and whatnot flying off in all directions. Neffie is always screaming bloody murder and he walks away with a smug cat-grin on his face. When he walks too close to Neffie, she shies away, growling, even if he wasn't paying any attention to her. Sometimes this leads to his paying attention to her. In spite of his obvious physical and mental superiority to her, Neffie still always eats first. Cats are strange.

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