Damn Dogs...

Posted by Max | Posted on 2/29/2016 11:49:00 AM

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She did it again. The Woman up and disappeared before dinner time and the next thing I know she's posting THIS on Facebook:


Yes, that's who you think it is. That Damned Dog Butters, and his sister, Lady. When I saw that, I knew I was in for a lonely, hungry night.

And I know she enjoyed being there, because she obviously played with them.


But. The joke was on her, because Butters was obviously hoping his people would come home and rescue him from her boringness.


She came home yesterday and immediately put her clothes in the washer, but it didn't help. She still smelled like dog. A shower last night did not help.

The steak I got later, though...that helped.

And she was only gone one night, and the Man opened cans for me, so...I'm not mad. I kinda feel bad for Butters, though, because look at him. He obviously wanted HIS woman and not mine.

Can't say as how I blame him...

It smells like sadness...

Posted by Max | Posted on 2/20/2016 07:12:00 PM

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Y'all know Diva Kitty. She's been my friend for forever, since about a year after I started blogging. We "met" outside of blogging in 2006, when we got together at the Jelly Belly Factory so that she and out blogging bug Mattingly could hand off the torch to me for the Catlympics.


I think those are DK's ears on the right...Mattingly was in the middle. But we had a fun day, even though our photographer sucked.

A few years later--I don't know why it took so freaking long--the Woman met Diva Kitty's mom in person, and they started doing things together, which meant that every now and then the Woman would come home smelling like DK, or sometimes her mom came over and smelled like her, too.

How often do blogging kitties get that close to really meeting? And how often do they get to smell each other, to where it smells like happiness?

That's what Diva Kitty smelled like. She smelled like happiness. Even though she was pretty freaking grumpy (another reason I loved her so) she was so well cared for and so deeply loved that she couldn't help that the happiness rode on her furs and then traveled around with the people.

Yesterday, Diva Kitty--whose real name was Sophia--made her journey to the Bridge. She was 18 years old, but that doesn't seem like enough time for someone so wonderful.


I hate that her mom is so heartbroken, because I know the DK-sized hole in her heart isn't going away any time soon. And I hate that I will never again smell her on the Woman's hands.

Knowing that? It smells like sadness right now, and I am still leaking because it's kind of hard to believe.

Sophia...you are going to be truly and deeply missed. Find Skeezix and all our other buds up there, and have a wicked good time...and save a sun puddle for me. I don't know when I'll get there, but I know you're one of the first I want to see.

Not saying goodbye. Just...see you on the flipside.

When All Else Fails...

Posted by Max | Posted on 2/15/2016 10:23:00 AM

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...knock it off its pedestal.

The treats just fall out this way!
(No toys were harmed in the making of this blog post. The treat machine lives on to provide the people with endless amusement as we labor for our crunchy noms.)

I have to WORK for my treats now

Posted by Max | Posted on 2/11/2016 08:53:00 PM

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A while back, I got an email from a really nice lady at Petco, and she wanted to know if I would like to try out a couple of their products. I didn't even know what, but I was all SURE! I LIKE FREE STUFF! but then I also made sure she understood I never promise a good review when I get stuff. I tell what I think, and she was totally cool with that.

I got a big box that had 2 big boxes inside it. One of the things was this catch scratcher:


The way it goes together, you can turn the little levels of scratchy material so that it looks different. But the downside...it's really small. I mean, too small for a grownup kitty.


I'm not even sitting upright...when I do I'm taller than it. So is Buddah, and he's the one with claws. He tried to use it a couple of times, and to get any use of it at all he had to get all the way down on his belly. He *wants* to use it...which makes me think that for a kitten, it would be a really good toy. And pieces of it can be replaced pretty easy if they get messed up.

Now, the other thing they sent was a Catit Senses Food Tree. It's this thing the People put crunchy treats into, and then sit back and expect us to work for them.

You want me to what?
Now, I was annoyed at first, because treats should just be given. But then we started checking it out...


...and we both figured out that it's like a prize machine. Stick your paw in just right, and treats fall through it and out the bottom.


After I realized it wasn't hard at all (and you can shake it hard and make treats fall out, too) I started to get into it...and doods, I really like it. It makes me use my brain, and it's like a puzzle to figure out. I've been having fun with it every day, and Buddah has even more fun (I don't think he understands the people put the treats in...I'm pretty sure he thinks it's all some kind of manna-from-heaven thing.)

After playing with it for a few days, I can honestly say it gets two paws up from me--so much so that if they hadn't given it to me, I'd buy one. It's that good.

The scratching thingy...eh, it's great for a kitten, not great for a grown cat.

If you want a treat thingy, you can get one right here from Petco. Only $20!