Who knew?
Max can play well with others.
There just needs to be an outrageous-enough incentive.
With the London Olympics this past month, it seems Max has caught a whiff of team spirit. Perhaps it was the way the “fab five” of the US women’s gymnastic team got the gold by working together. Maybe it was the way Michael Phelps and company joined forces in the swimming relays that made Max realize everyone’s gifts and talents play a role. Maybe Max’s glass-green eyes misted up at the stories of Olympians running for the honor of an entire nation.
Nah. Our boy just wants to have the gold all to himself. (And, of course, by “gold” I mean “the entire known world.”)
All kidding aside, something has inspired mighty Max to work together with his feline roomies this month. Perhaps “work together” is a strong word. At any rate, something has inspired him to tolerate the other cats’ existence – an Olympic feat to say the least.
In this month of so many record-breaking events, Max has made his mark by happily napping in proximity to Kylie and Lizzie – and doing so when the other cats are out in the open. Max never had any problem with his roomies as long as they remained where they belonged, cowering under couches and beyond the reach of human affection (which belongs 1,000% to Max alone, of course). According to Max, other cats are to be not seen and not heard.
But this month we’re seeing signs of a change.
In his most gleaming gold-medal performances, Max has actually sat peacefully by while humans have pet his feline roommates. I didn’t witness it myself, but I have it on good authority that Max even tolerated all three of his roommates simultaneously loving on and snuggling with a human visitor, while he looked benignly down from his window perch.
I have my theory for this miracle: someone told Max that there’s gold to be had for the “event” of Tolerating One’s Roommates. Play well with others long enough, and you’ll get to stand atop a podium and be handed a bouquet of roses and a shiny gold thing while they play your national anthem – The Max-Spangled Maximum? O Max? God Save The Max? – for fawning crowds.
Whatever the reason, we’re celebrating this softer side of Max – and lavishing him with all the “gold” he craves, in the form of affection and adoration.
Thank you, dear sponsors, for loving mighty Max so generously and faithfully. Our tabby boy is blessed to have you in his life.