Max

December 11, 2002
MAX, aka Mr Gorgeous, is a year old. He is a beautiful, glossy black-and-white boy. He was very thin when he came to me, and he definitely came from an abusive home. For weeks, he was uncomfortable whenever people would stand up, and would not let you pick him up or hold him. Now, while he is still a little bit nervous being picked up, he sleeps with me at night. When it's about bedtime, he starts chirruping at me, trying to talk me into coming to bed. That's about the only time he talks (and he has a funny little voice) but he purrs and purrs and purrs.

He is also very intelligent, and if he doesn't understand the words I'm saying, he understands the meaning behind them. From the first moment I saw him, I called him Mr Gorgeous, but one night I was watching him and I heard Max! in my head. I looked at him and said Is your name Max? and I swear the cat nodded. :) He likes being called by name, and he really likes being told that he's a good boy. And he is a very good boy.

He needs a loving and attentive human, and he would enjoy feline siblings. He is very social, and very interested in my cats, who want nothing to do with any newcomer. He gets along wonderfully with Artemis, and loves to play with her, so if you are interested in a duo, that's an option!. He tested negative for feline leukemia and feline aids, his ears have been treated for mites, he has been wormed and neutered. If you would like to come by and meet him, please email me at lynxfeather@yahoo.com to arrange a time.

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10.27.2002 - Mr Gorgeous comes in from the cold

We've been seeing Mr Gorgeous around for a few weeks, and I had made two attempts to carry him inside. He resisted, strenuously, so I've been biding my time. He is a beautiful black-and-white cat with a terrible case of ear mites. He had scratched himself raw behind his ears, and was beginning to build up scar tissue.

Well, tonight he met me in the parking lot as I was taking my laundry in, and he was quite talkative. I told him to wait a minute, and let me get my laundry in so I could pick him up -- and he waited for me, circling around the little building. He followed me back to my door and I picked him up and carried him in.

He was scared the minute the door closed. He spent an entertaining 15 minutes climbing the screen door -- with the glass door half-closed, so he was sandwiched. He was like a mole crawling through a tunnel -- it was hilarious. Eventually he settled for huddling on the carpet just inside the door. I fed him 2 cans of kitten food, cleaned out his ears, and bathed him in the kitchen sink. He was a very, very good boy.

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