It was...disturbing...

Posted by Max | Posted on 4/26/2013 01:59:00 PM


I have two of these fountains; I love these fountains. The water comes out of them at just the right speed, and it filter it so that my water isn't just sitting there all day.

But guys...once in a while these things just lose control.

Like, this morning. Something was wrong and I tried to wake the Woman up, but she just rolled over and told me to be quiet. So I was quiet for a few minutes, went back into the kitchen to double check--because the one in the kitchen is my favorite one--and when nothing had improved, I went back into the bedroom, jumped on the bed, and stood on her chest.

"Woman," I said firmly, "the fountain just peed all over the floor. PEED. Go make it stop."

"You ate already," he grumbled.

"Fountain. Peed. FIX IT."

She finally got up, stumbled into the giant litter box room and took care of all her needs before bothering to follow me across the house to see what the problem was. I marched her right to the fountain, and she looked down at it, but didn't seem to sense the urgency.

"Filter must be clogged," she muttered when she saw the entire contents of the fountain puddled into the mat they keep under the fountain for just this reason. She put a bunch of paper towels down and then said, "I'll deal with it in a little while."

I Googled "a little while." This came up...
A little while?


I could have died of thirst before she defined "a little while."

"Go use the other one," she grumbled as she headed into the living room to sit down.

The other one?


"THAT'S my fountain," I told her firmly. "FIX IT."

But she didn't jump back up to fix it. No, she was quite content to leave fountain pee pooling there on the mat, being drawn up into flimsy paper towels.

(And no, I don't drink pee. When it's IN the fountain, it's water. When it's all over the floor, it's pee. Kind of like when a person drinks from a can, that's soda or beer. When they let it back out, well...pee.

Trust me on this.)

I complained a few more times but she still didn't get up, so I went to the back of the house for a nap. And doods, when I got back up I was totally expecting the paper towels to still be there, but instead I found a dry mat and a fountain full of water and working perfectly.

I can only conclude that the Man got up, saw it, fixed it, and then went back to bed.

Because the Woman? Sheesh. Lazy.

'Scuse my silence...

Posted by Max | Posted on 4/24/2013 10:55:00 PM


...but I have real live fresh dead shrimp here, and it requires my utmost attention...

It's a Life...

Posted by Max | Posted on 4/20/2013 04:11:00 PM


This is pretty much how my day has gone:

I've been snoozing on the back of the sofa with that stupid chicken Jax watching me, and that rabbit that never even moves right beside him. I ignored them both, though. They're quiet and even though Jax annoys the bejeebers out of me, he doesn't actually get in my way, so I didn't kick him off the back there.

The beauty of napping here? This afternoon Buddah had the munchies, and pulled out all the cute he could to work the Woman, and eventually she caved in and got him some crunchy treats.

Doods, I didn't even have to move. She brought them to me. I nommed right there on the back of the sofa and went right back to sleep.

Life is good, mis amigos.

I Think I Broke My Brain

Posted by Max | Posted on 4/16/2013 01:53:00 PM


Dang, doods, yesterday I had all this stuff in my head that I was going to blog about, but then the Bad Things happened in Boston, and it seemed like a bad idea to out online my thinks that were pretty freaking funny.

I decided it could wait and tossed up a funny .gif instead. I mean, we all needed to smile, but posting the Really Funny just seemed wrong.

So I went back to bed and snoozed, got up and had some lap time and then some dinner, took another nap, got some more lap time and then the Woman went to bed. And that was all fine and normal, and I decided it would be all right to post my Really Funny Chit today.

This is me being annoyed

But doods, I got up this morning and ate breakfast, and was going to pour out all my funny onto virtual paper…and I forgot what I was going to write about and what was so damned funny.

I sat there and almost strained a couple of brain cells trying to remember, but it’s just gone.

I’ll keep thinking about it, but I don’t have high hopes that it’ll come to me again.

This is annoying.

But trust me…It was REALLY funny.

You'd have wet yourself laughing.

A little privacy, please...

Posted by Max | Posted on 4/15/2013 10:14:00 PM


Just figured we needed something to make us smile, after such a sucky day for everyone.

Hahaha =snort=

Posted by Max | Posted on 4/12/2013 03:36:00 PM


I'm Max, Dammit

Posted by Max | Posted on 4/10/2013 09:44:00 PM


She keeps calling me "Buddy." I am not a Buddy. Nor a Bud. I will answer to Big Guy or Mister Max, but not Buddy.

And tonight? Tonight she walks through the door and is all, "Hey, Buddy," and acts like I'm supposed to be glad she's home AND calling me by someone else's name.

I tell you what, I would have totally ignored her and turned around and walked away if not for the chunk of real live fresh dead cow she had for me.

For steak, I'll play along for a few seconds.

But as soon as I'd had my steak...doods, I turned my back on her.

Buddy, my asterisk.

Hell Yes I'm annoyed

Posted by Max | Posted on 4/05/2013 11:22:00 PM


They came home, and the Grandma left. Plus, they smelled all wrong. Apparently, Las Vegas doesn't have showers...

Hmm. Replacements might be in order...

Posted by Max | Posted on 4/03/2013 12:09:00 AM


You know what happened as soon as the Grandma walked in the door?


Clearly, the People are not well trained enough, even after all these years. I might have to go live with the Grandma. She gets me.


See you on the other side, Sanjee

Posted by Max | Posted on 4/01/2013 09:53:00 AM


Sanjee 8/1/2001 – 4/1/2013
One of the most beautiful kitties I will ever know... 

Tell our buds up there hi for me, Sanjee. I'll see you later.