Ohhhh yeah...

Posted by Max | Posted on 4/22/2014 09:11:00 PM


Doods. Doods. Doods. I totally scored tonight.

You guys know our dinner rule, right? If a kitty is good and doesn't try to get on the table or bite anyone or be too obnoxious, he gets a bite if what the people are eating it kitty friendly. If it's not kitty friendly, then a couple of crunchy treats are given as a substitute.

Well, tonight was crock pot chicken, which is totally kitty friendly, so I was as good as I could be, and when the Woman was done she put a little chicken on my plate, and a little on Buddah's, and then she asked me where Buddah was because he didn't come out.

Well, my mouth was full so I couldn't answer.

She went about putting stuff in the dishwasher and I went over to the Man, who was still eating, but he said I was out of luck because I already had some. Which is fair, but it still sucks.

But doods. The Woman said, "Come over here, Max," so I went over to her...and she picked me up and put me on the counter and let me eat Buddah's chicken!

"Ya snooze, ya lose," she said.

He was asleep in the back of the house and didn't even know it was dinner time, and the People don't announce it so it's not like I took anything away from him. A guy really has to be on his paws to get dinner bites, and he was not on his paws at all. No, he was flat on his back, cooling his junk in the breeze from the overhead fan.

Best thing? In about 45 minutes it'll be time for our regular night snack, and I'll still get my full share even though I got TWO dinner bites.

I totally need a fishing pole now

Posted by Max | Posted on 4/21/2014 01:44:00 PM


Buddah would never figure it out.

See, Woman? It could be so much worse

Posted by Max | Posted on 4/13/2014 03:19:00 PM


I could be a dog...

Man, I bet if Hank had ever done this, no one would complain about the way I wake them up.

Here we go again...

Posted by Max | Posted on 4/10/2014 10:57:00 PM


The reappearance of a Dammit Machine...

Only this time it's not blocking my fire thingy, it's behind the Woman's desk in the room where all the books live.

I'm not sure why it's not in front of the fire thingy since it appears that I am not getting a fire anytime soon, and I know she likes to watch TV while she dammits an hour away.

She also has one of these that she takes outside. Well, theoretically. I'm not 100% sure that's ever really happened, unless it happens during my morning nap.

But really, guys, with all the dammit machines that have come an gone, I am now reasonably certain that this house is where good intentions go to die.

Dood, WTF?

Posted by Max | Posted on 4/07/2014 05:06:00 PM


That chit's like a punishment, not something you want...

Um. Yeah.

Posted by Max | Posted on 4/06/2014 03:20:00 PM


He's trying to look out the window.

And it might be the most intelligent thing he's done all weekend...

Yes. Yes, I do.

Posted by Max | Posted on 4/04/2014 02:00:00 PM


Phffft. She asked me, quite seriously, "Do you really need all those toys right now?"

What kind of boneheaded question is that?

Man, I hate to do it, but...

Posted by Max | Posted on 4/01/2014 12:00:00 AM


It's time to give these up.

I love them, I do, but I'm losing my girlish figure.

My muscles are hard to see.

It's time.

I've had my last Twinkie.

So...it's not just me

Posted by Max | Posted on 3/31/2014 12:08:00 PM


This is Ataturk, the Cat Who Came Before the Cat Who Came Before Me. She owned the Woman when the Woman was just a sticky person. And look what they did to her!

And that wasn't the worst of it! That poor kitty got dressed up in doll clothes, too! I think she had enough, because it looks like she's yelling at them to TAKE THIS OFF!!!

This is a really old picture, at least 40 years old...but I wish I could have met her, because I get the feeling we would have a lot to talk about.

Topic Blocked

Posted by Max | Posted on 3/28/2014 03:40:00 PM


Hm. Yeah. I'm a little blocked lately.

We've been working on my latest book for a year now, and there have been lots of words written and lots of words thrown away, and lots of sitting here going, Hmmm, and then more writing and more tossing.

The words we tossed were pretty freaking sweet, but they were a little repetitive; I either touched on things too similar in my other books or here in the blog and repetitive is no good.

Now, this book is kind of like me just thinking out loud about things.

So you can help.

What topics--for reals--would you like me to write about in the book? I've kind of touched on why people need to let us help them get better, and about clearing out the clutter in your brain to get better thinks. I talked about my wait problem. Boobies. Having to work.

I've got more than half a book here, but it needs more.

What kind of things do you want people to know?


Posted by Max | Posted on 3/21/2014 10:26:00 PM


My feets are still there.

It's the Nip, little dood. I've woken up like that before...

Dogs. Sheesh.

Posted by Max | Posted on 3/18/2014 05:07:00 PM



Posted by Max | Posted on 3/17/2014 11:08:00 PM


Yet, that's what the Woman called me today. And she said it like it was a good thing! I wandered into her office to see if she had any crunchies on hand and to get a head skritch, and when she saw me she said, "Oh, hey, Bug."


First it was "Buddy" and then it was "Bub" and now BUG?

Bug are toys. Bugs are the things from which one rips off the wings and little legs. Bugs are the things outside animals eat for protein. I DON'T EVEN GO OUTSIDE.

I really wish she understood cat, because I've got a new name for her, and it rhymes with "witch."


Posted by Max | Posted on 3/16/2014 04:31:00 PM


If your people close the bedroom door at night and you want to make sure they don't oversleep and miss your breakfast, remember this:

Trust me, they'll get up.

It was his birthday today...

Posted by Max | Posted on 3/15/2014 09:30:00 PM


He's nine years old.
Nine long years.
It's hard to believe that I've been putting up with him that long.

This was last night. He looks annoyed, like he's giving the Woman the Back of Disrespect, but doods, he's asleep. SNORING. He sat down like he was going to watch TV or something, and the next thing we know he's sawing logs like an old man.

He had the birthday he wanted, though. He got to nap right in the middle of the big bed, and when the Woman came home he got crunchy treats, and then a new nip toy. And tonight when we get our snack, I'm going to save him the last 2 bites of mine.

No, I don't like him that much. It's just the nice thing to do on someone's birthday.

I'm glad he had a good one. Maybe that means he'll leave me the fark alone tonight.

She's mean when she's sleepy

Posted by Max | Posted on 3/14/2014 09:45:00 PM


All right. So last night the Woman went to sleep around 1 in the morning, as is pretty typical. She GOES to bed around 11:30, but she reads and watches Craig Ferguson before actually trying to sleep.

And this is fine. This does not impact me at all. I'm usually in another room taking a nap, and don't really care what time she goes to sleep.

At 4:15, or thereabouts, I have taken to going into the bedroom, jumping up onto the bed right next to her head, and whispering in her ear until she opens and eye and gives me head skritches. Most of the time she doesn't seem to mind; she does it sleepily and goes right back to sleep when I jump off the bed.

I come back around 6:30 to start reminding her that I'm hungry, and would not be opposed to her getting up and feeding me before the Man gets home from passing gas. This is when she gets grumpy, as if a reminder every 5 minutes is not a good thing.

But this morning?


She has turned into a warm person, and I don't mean personality-wise. She just doesn't get cold like a normal person does, not until it's close to freezing. So last night she went to bed and didn't turn the warm air blowing thingy on, and by 6:30 it was COLD in the house.

Not her. She kept sleeping like everything was just fine.

So I started trying to wake her up. And she started saying mean things to me. So I ramped it up and instead of asking her to get up every 5 minutes, I did it every 5 seconds.

Doods. Did you know the Bad Word List is probably 7 pages longer than we supposed?

She was not nice. She did not give me head skritches. She kept telling me to shut the frak up and told me to go get bent.

I kept TELLING her I was cold, but no, she wasn't listening. She thought I wanted food.

Well, I did, but I mostly wanted warm.

When the Man got up today he told her how cold it was in here when he got home, and THEN she felt bad. Like, WTH? She should have felt bad when I was TELLING HER IT WAS COLD.

And really? I don't even know HOW to get bent. I'm pretty flexible. I have no idea what she expects.

I'm waking her at 3:30 tonight, and I'm not even going to let her pet me.

Well, this is just mean...

Posted by Max | Posted on 3/10/2014 05:12:00 PM


...and I'm surprised my people haven't tried it.

Don't let them see this, or they might.

And I don't know about you guys but so far I'm really digging the time change. I haven't even had to remind the people that dinnertime is in an hour; by the time my tummy tells me to start giving them a reminder every 2 minutes, it's time and they're opening a can. And this morning, when I thought it was time to wake the Woman up and let her know that I expected her to get up in an hour to feed me, the Man came home from passing gas and fed me.

I know they're both hoping it stays like this, but really? We all know in a week I'll adjust and will go back to my gentle reminders. But for now, everyone is happy.

Well, except that cat on the treadmill. He's *really* hungry by now...

The Man is now an arteest

Posted by Max | Posted on 3/08/2014 07:22:00 PM


Yep, an arteest. That's like an artist, but you say it with your pinky stuck out while slurping down tea or stupid drinks. You have to say it that way because his work is going to be displayed in a real artists' gallery, alongside paintings and pottery and other artsy things.

A few weeks ago he was invited to submit his pens and stuff to the jury for the gallery, and last week they voted him in, so starting next week people can go into the Artists' Collaborative Gallery in Old Sacramento to see and buy his stuff. 

Now, he's going to keep his Etsy shop because he has a lot of inventory, but some of the stuff that's in his Etsy store will probably be taken down so that he can display a few key things in the gallery.

So...if you've had your eye on something in his store, now's the time to grab it, just in case it's one of the things he takes down in order to show it in the gallery.

If it's been a while since you peeked, he has some new pen styles, some really spiffy things...like this Pluma Acrylic pen. The Woman says this kind of pen fits in the hand really well so it's become her favorite.

So, yeah...for the last week the people have been paying attention to art stuff and not enough to me, but once he has all his stuff set up in the gallery, that should change.

It better change.

Oh and doods, remind your people to set their clocks forward before they go to bed tonight. Daylight Savings Time starts at 2 am! THAT MEANS BREAKFAST WILL FEEL LIKE AN HOUR EARLY!

And then snack will feel early.


I love Daylight Savings.

This is how awesome I am

Posted by Max | Posted on 3/05/2014 06:25:00 PM



It's proof of my awesomeness.

And how powerful my poop is.

The Man took the litterbox outside to wash it, because he does that every other week or so, but this time when he dumped the litter out, the bottom fell out.


I have power-pooped that sucker into oblivion.

The downside is that I'm stuck with a lesser box tonight, something smaller than is comfy, and the Woman says tomorrow she's going to go buy me a new gigantibox.


I hope she buys me some crunchy eats, too...

I know your feels, dood.

Posted by Max | Posted on 3/04/2014 08:44:00 PM


My peoples' feet do the same thing to me...