Happy March Madness, Max Maniax!

I’m not much of a cook, but  I do have some fantastic recipes, including a savory sweet and sour pork, a hearty baked ziti, a rich fruit cobbler, and a decadent Texas sheet cake. My specialty recipes, however, are those I have for disaster.

My best ones include:

Trying to walk into a building from my car during gale force winds — DISASTER!

Not walking entirely through an automatic door before it closes — DISASTER!

Getting pulled over in Boston while wearing a New York Yankees t-shirt — DISASTER!

Yes, fellow Maniax, I have cornered the market on recipes for disaster…

…or so I thought.
 

The staff at Tabby’s Place wants to give me a run for my money.

Enter Boots. One morning this past month, poor Boots was trying and trying to use the litter box to no avail. After his futile attempts, he would furiously groom his hind end. Alarmed, staff rushed Boots to the emergency vet. 

They feared he had a bladder blockage, which can be fatal if not treated soon enough. Living with the condition that causes the bladder blockage requires little more than a special diet. The problem — which is actually a blessing — is that there is only one cat at Tabby’s Place who needs to be on this specific special diet.

(I think you can see where this is headed.)

Trey, Max’s roommate, is the only cat with crystals in his urine that cause bladder blockage and needs to be on this diet. So, by default, the only place Boots could get the special food is in Adoption Room #2. Whoo boy,  DISASTER!

Fortunately, for all involved — really for the entire freedom-loving world — Boots does not have the condition requiring the Adoption Room #2 diet! DISASTER! averted, leaving Max blissfully unaware and as mellow as ever. Whew!

Thank you so much for your continued support for our mellow fellow. He has come so far in the 17 months I’ve known him, in no small part due to your generosity. I hope you have a great month! Happy Spring!