My shmooglydoodlepuff, er… cat.

Sewing Cat Maximus
Maximus Decimus Meridius as a kitten

Amazing title, huh? Ever get that feeling where you love something so much you simply start squealing something like, “Shmooglydoodlepuff come heeeeere!” My cat is the most adorable thing that I’ve ever had to take care of. That includes my sister. (Just kidding! Not!) Anyway. I guess you can say our cat was a rescue.

When I was around 5, my family was going with my grandparents to the park. I saw him before anyone. Like a scene in the Lion King, he was sitting on a pillar with a posture that would make models stare. I got out of the car and immediately started running toward him. At first, I was the only one who wanted to keep him. I felt like he was the most beautiful thing in the world. Then, as I played with him, my dad started to want him too. My mom was the only person who wasn’t obliged to keep the cat. My dad and I finally convinced her to go all the way back to the house and get our original cat’s carrier. Mom wasn’t happy.

We took the cat home, and washed him of his fleas. I remember we named him Max. Maxi. Maximus. Maximus Decimus Meridius. Long name, huh? Oh, well. In the weeks to come, Mom warmed up to Max, and I guess he was bearable to her. After Bella died, Max became… I guess kind of a crutch for Mom. She never spent as much time with him when Bella was alive. I guess it doesn’t really matter, though. She loves him and that’s great. I’m just glad she doesn’t want to give him to the pound. He’s done some bad things. Then again, Maxi has become the “pet of the family.”

I feel like Max is my cat, though. I originally found him. It’s my pet peeve when my sister calls him “her cat.” She wasn’t even alive when we found him! I just think Max and I have connections, we’re pretty much best friends. Oh, but after Bella died, it was all, “Maxiiiii!!” for my mom. It makes me feel like my cat was some sort of “fall-back” for her. Mom kinda took him as her own. Which sucks, because she works from home and gets to spend way more time with him. Sometimes I really want to tell her to go away and give my cat back. But I can’t. She’s the mom.


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