Move over boys, there's a new cat in town! This is Max, my sister's cat. About two years ago, my great niece rescued Max from certain death. He was dodging in between moving cars in a busy parking lot and she scooped him up and took him to my sister who adopted him. He was so tiny and they thought him only six weeks old but he turned out to be four months. Tough beginning, but nearly two years later he weighs in at 16 pounds! He's all boy and keeps my sister hopping.Max is a tuxedo cat, nearly all black but with white paws, chest and tummy. It was difficult photographing him since most times the black just all merged together.
Max loves to play and I mean LOVES to play. If he can't find a toy, he'll entertain himself with whatever is available.
Yes, I'm dangling a toy and snapping a pic at the same time.
Max is beautiful against anything red...
Hmmm, red rug - spelled backwards, that's gurder. Oops, sorry that was red rum, wasn't it... flashbacks to the Shining.
My sister has stools at most windows and he loves to lay on them and watch people passing by or the occasional lizard or bird.
Max eyes something there...
"Oooh, what's that? Kids going to school on bicycles..."
The back of the house backs up to marshland and Max enjoys the serenity.
Max has many places to perch. Here he is on the bar between the kitchen and family room.
"Well, what are you waiting for... take the picture!"
"Hmmm, where did I leave that blue ball..."
Not the same, but this ball never gets lost.
"Ummm, dried flowers, how tasty!"
My sister likes jigsaw puzzles, but quickly found that Max likes to play with the pieces too. She keeps it covered and of course Max takes that as an invitation.
One of the most amazing things that I saw Max do was to chase his tail. The Victorian Parlor states that their cat, Kramer, is actually a dog, so maybe there's some truth in that...
He did finally catch it but the picture was too blurry to post...
Finally, at the end of the day, there's nothing like relaxing in a comfy chair.